"It was burning earlier in the oven, so I had to ask, is it too brown or should I leave it this way, because I don't think your father will like it this way. What do you think? Is it burnt or is it okay like this?!" She still persisted. Then, I looked at the cake, again and again, it wasn't burnt to me, it was okay but I didn't want to admit that to her.
"I don't know, you are the one who baked it, ask the person that wants to eat it instead, he should know, at least, he's not blind and dumb,' I sarcastically replied and got up from the chair and walked out, she called me several times but I ignored her.
A week passes, it still continues and by now, I was always getting used to it and most of them, we acted like strangers in the house and that was how it turned out to be.
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