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I stayed in school till late today, and reached home with a still recovering stomach, and hence with little appetite for food, thanks to the stupid diarrhea over the weekend. Since I did not tell my mother that I would eat out, I expected food to be kept for me.

And yea, my mother did kept food aside for me, and left it on the dining table. But apparently, my father, who ate last, did not know that the food on the dining table was for me, and so left me with even more food, and as a result I had 02 x food to clear.

Why did all these happened? Because they never communicated.

If the day comes where scientists realise character is a genetic trait, I shall stay single forever.