I put my baby to nap.
Hurried to NTUC.
Got fresh veggies and meat.
And his favorite chicken cheese hotdog.
I pick up a half chicken, and wanted to make broth.
We gonna eat healthy!
3 hours of brewing, chicken soup with red dates was ready.
I fish out the chicken meat and bones.
I ate some. Tasteless.
I left them on the table, telling my husband he can eat if he wanted to.
He said:"Even ants are not coming to eat, I think this is bad stuff!"
That's how he broke my heart, my trust, my love.
I am not going to cook for him again!
No dinner that day! The basin drank the broth.
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