Ever since my parents passed, I’ve been stuck living with my grandma, and trust me, we’re POOR. Last week, I overheard her crying on the phone with her friend, saying how “money is tight” and how she’s “trying so hard” not to disappoint me. That made me so mad! Like, really? She should be trying harder!
Anyway, she managed to scrape together some tiny amount to throw this sad little party for me, which was bad enough, but then she goes and hands me this UGLY SWEATER she knitted herself! I mean, she really expects me to wear that thing? The cool kids at school would tear me apart!
Honestly, if she didn’t waste her money on her old people’s vitamins, maybe she’d have enough to get me a decent gift. I’m thinking of just trashing the sweater or selling it to a second-hand shop for some cash so I can buy a concert ticket instead. Just because I don’t have parents doesn’t mean I have to put up with this — I deserve better than homemade junk!
