Thats what my parents gave me, (their one and only son - light of their lives - carrier of their mantle - bearer of the semen that will perpetuate their lineage), when they came visiting last week.
I mean how cheap can you get? Did I mention that the pistachios were filched from the complimentary box kept in their hotel room? And these are the same people who call others cheap when they give them anything that's less than a thousand rupees in monetary value.
I remember buying my dear step mother a beautiful leather hand bag for her birthday for about five hundred rupees after saving for months. She didn't use it once and gave it away to her niece stating that it was too cheap.
I mean the least that they could have done was get me a whole box of Kit Kat. That way I would have been able to console myself by saying that they still treat me like a child. But what the hell am I supposed to tell myself now?
I think I'll just polish off the mini Kit Kats.
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