My aunt said, "Next time when Uncle Zaki is around, you should wash your plate." What if there's no plate to wash? Does this mean I have to wait until I see his face then start washing my dish? Is that it? He complaint to my aunt (his dumb wife who can only listen to him) that I didn't pick up the phone. I didn't hear the phone rang! I am all alone.
How long do I have to tolerate this. When my Grandpa was still around this house entirely belong to me. After he decided that he just had to marry my aunt and clean his dirty feet before grandly entering the house then claiming himself the rightful owner, I no longer have any form of say.
I have lots to write about him but I am so tired of all this that it makes me unbearably tired that I can't write. Maybe this was the plan. To tire me out so that I can no longer write about him. Vicious!
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