A day to remember

I used to have a wish of living in my own apartment that I could do whatever I want, I could eat whenever I need and I could invite whomever I like to my home. However, it was just a wish. I lived with mom until I get married, and then, I live with my husband. Ok, it's better, more independent, but, honestly, it is not completely freedom. Until yesterday, I stayed at home, alone. Suddenly I realized, ah, single life is this. I really love the idea of not having to cook for anyone (it was for mom and brother and now is for my husband). Great! So I grabbed the milk bottle and...well that was enough for my breakfast...and lunch, I thought. I know I know it's not good, but that did make sense to me. It was fine until evening. After playing around, my stomach started to scream. I was hungry, oh my god, I was hungry. I needed vegetable, I needed soup, and I needed to cook all of that for me. For me. Can you hear that? For me. Then I rushed to my kitchen and cooked everything I had. Wow, the taste is great than ever, even more than those I used to cook before.
Then, I realized that sometimes we should stop your responsibily in others and listen to yourself. Treat you good as you wish so that you can treat people around better.

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