Gratitude, or lack thereof.

after school i asked my mom what time she finished work because i thought of asking her out to dinner. she answered, and added that she was going to my aunt's place and do i want to follow.

so i said okay. after all it was her decision, you know?

but we both overslept and we ended up not going. by then it was late evening, and i decided to sneak out to get a cake instead. i made the effort and spent the money for her birthday, something which none of my brothers thought of doing.

yet she told me this: "i'm waiting for someone to invite me out to dinner. but nobody did. i'm so disappointed.", emphasis on the word. that was after she cut the cake.

i seem to disappoint her on her every birthday. is this a curse? even if i do please her, something else is able to make her feel happier.

like two years ago, when i woke up early in the morning to shop for her present. when i got home to give it to her, she was happy. before she excitedly told me how my older bro's girlfriend had been the first to wish her happy birthday.

i try my damndest every year but she's never appreciative for my efforts. they say we youngsters are not grateful for our parents. what about them? they don't seem appreciative of our efforts either.