I get upset only because my mom doesn't know what I don't eat. Like for living 22years together. Seriously? Even my colleagues know I don't eat chilli.
I know, it's such a small thing, what's there to be upset about. It's just disappointment.
Just because I'm not picky with food does not mean I eat every shit.
It's upsetting to know someone so close to you doesn't understand you at all.
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