Jun 5, 1999

A GIFT IS NOT FOREVER




Turns out gifts aren't forever. At least, according to my grandmother on my father's side -- lets call her Grandma Molly for the purposes of being discreet. I woke up to the sound of a phone call being placed by my mother : (Yes, I still live with my parents. You think I can afford to live on what I make as a writer? Pfah.)

Mom: ...Well, I gave away the other half of the detachable double deck bed. Only one is left. You want that back?

Grandma Molly: (responds over the phone)

Mom: Oh, the piano. Yes, it's still in my mother's house. I see. So you want to play piano again? Well, you can have it picked up at anytime. Yes...

Grandma Molly: (responds over the phone)

Mom: Hello? Hello? Oh, the stove is still here do you want that back?

Grandma Molly: (responds over the phone)

Mom: Well, it will needs to be repaired. It might cost something like 4,000 pesos. But it's intact. And I thought you might like that back too. Oh, you don't. Okay.... Bye-bye.

<click, line goes dead>
<but after a few minutes, my mom can't resist calling Grandma back....itching to deliver the coup de grace>

Mom: Hello, Mommy? Alright. Is there anything else which you've given us over the years that you would want back now? Aside from the piano, the double deck bed? Nothing more? Okay. Bye-bye.

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You have been warned.

To some twisted people, gifts can be asked back.

Gosh darn it, isn't my family nice??!!

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