she cut a pear into half. put half on a plate on the table and gave another to him.
“yay… pear!!!!! i want….” and i excitedly reached out and took half the pear.
“ey.. why you take?” she accusingly questioned.
stunned, i softly and apologetically said, “oh, its for him is it?” and headed to place the pear back.
realising she made me feel unimportant, she retorted, “oh… no.. its ok. take. i’ll cut another pear”
she probably didnt mean for it come out the way it did. i dont blame her. i still love her.