I love my parents and I’d do anything for them but…..

You see, I’m completely useless in the mornings nowadays without the aid of at least one coffee. Today (Saturday) I had to wake up at 6:30AM to get to work (bitchbitchbitch). Anyways I stumbled my way to the kitchen and attempted to make coffee. I say attempted because there was a minor incident with the power plug, water and the fucking sugar jar. Let’s just say there was much whispered swearing and frustrated tears. So, after a Herculean effort I managed to make my coffee, and as I’m about to take my first sip of all that is WONDERFUL and GOOD with this world, dad stumbles into the kitchen. There is a minor stall as the two of us stare at each other like two brain dead zombies contemplating whether the other had enough brain left to cannibalise on, and then….

Dad: Let me have your coffee of all that is WONDERFUL and GOOD. (well, ok there are some embellishment of my own, but it is damn close enough).
naanima: *SNARLS* (I kid you not, it was my first reaction).
Dad: *Blinks* What a horrible daughter you are, after all my years of hard work, all my gray hair, just to make a good living for you. How can you not even let your poor father even have a cup of your coffee? *Expression of woe.*
naanima: NO! GET YOUR OWN!
Dad: *Looks upset* I’m going to complain to your mother about your lack of love and gratitude for your father.
naanima: *Drinks ALL the coffee in one gulp*

*LATER*
Mum: I heard about the coffee-thing from your dad.
naanima: *shifty eyed*.
Mum: *smiles* Good work. Don’t ever be a man’s slave, they can get their own damn coffee.
naanima: *In AWE of mother*.

The moral of the story is that coffee is before family, and that my mum is the coolest ever.