Sandra

It was another of those days with you and Sandra..she had just came back from work, tried and stressed, you made dinner. it was spaghetti with extra meatballs, you knew she’ll love it. You made both plates and put it at the dinner table, as she walked in and threw her things on the floor as always, she stopped by the table, she looked at you, then back at the food..

“i don’t want that shit..”

Sandra:…