While trying pack up some books, tidy up my cabinet, just making the room a more conducive environment, I found out that some of my stuff are gone. Without a second thought, I went to look for my mum, she's always the first for me to approach when I can't find my things.

1. She places it somewhere else.
2. She ate it.
3. And the most possible scenario: She threw it.

I swear on my mum's name, she didn't even bother to ask for my permission to throw my stuff. I mean, it's mine, alright? Stop throwing my stuff, without asking me. Rage got the better side of me, and I shouted at her. She apologized but I didn't bother, I slammed the door shut, I grabbed a book, I just, needed some quiet space. For God's sake, she unlocked the doors and confronted me. I was so pissed off.

I even dreamt of apologizing to her when I'm taking my nap. But am I wrong? Okay, whatever it is, I went and apologized to her. I thought I saw tears in her eyes, she asked me if there's any use. Any use. Earlier, she apologized to me for throwing my stuff, is there any use? Look, I can't get it back now, it's all gone. Even the ticket stubs of the first movie, my girlfriend and I watched together was gone. I thought of keeping it for memories sake. Do you not know those pieces of paper means so much to me, and now it's gone.

Am I not right?

P.S. I love my mum all the same, but it's this habit of her I can't stand. (And God, it's even her birthday today, totally..wrong timing.)