First, she took MY mails and wrote her name on it. Refusing to admit that it’s mine. Even made colorful sketches inside it with MY highlighters.
Case closed. Forgiven.
Then, she freaking claimed MY book from childhood hers.
I was a fan of Pocahontas. So my mum, on a business trip to Canada, bought me this. It was a favorite of mine for a long, long time- I learned how to draw profiles by tracing Pocahontas and John Smith from this book.
If Asna wants to read it, go ahead. I didn’t mind her keeping the book.
But, but, BUT, somebody full of jealousy or maybe without any sense, ripped the front page off.
RIPPED. PAGE. OFF!
Because she wanted to REMOVE my name (written on the front page by me years and years ago), so that she can write her name there and CLAIM it’s hers!!!
Two nights ago, Mama found out. Gave Asna a hard time by making her explain what she was doing. Asna, dramatic outside but somewhat emotionless inside 24/7, said “Sorry” to me, probably not meaning it and not understanding how rude and careless she was.
Seeing this, my mum took a pair of small sewing scissors, went to Asna’s room, opened the doors of her wardrobe and threatened to cut her dresses.
Asna then cried and screamed “NO!” and I left. HAHAHA padan muka.
The next day, she promised not to do it again and with excitement stamped on her face, had the guts to tell me:
“Cikyong, if you go to the toy shop and buy me a magic wand, maybe I can fix your torn book”
My mum told her to be realistic and she replied:
“With the magic wand, I can turn her bedroom into a playroom”
Asna = EPIC FAIL.