baby melo

You lived in a dysfunctional family: there was never enough money, and your clothes were usually donated by friends or distant relatives. You were already used to it and tried not to complain. Your friends never made fun of you or made you feel inferior.

And then Goga came into your life. He was the complete opposite of you. His parents were rich, he lived in a large two-story house, with expensive cars parked in the yard, and at home he had everything you could want. But you still felt good with Goga, so you tried not to dwell on the differences between you.

True, Goga could sometimes say something unpleasant. He often said it jokingly and laughed afterward.

"And why do I even love such a poor girl?" he said, smiling.

You smiled too, so as not to show how hurt you were. You pretended you didn't care, though you remembered his words for a long time afterwards. You loved Goga and hoped that one day he would understand that you didn't need his money.

Today you decided to do something nice for him. You had almost no money at home, but you still gathered the last of the groceries and cooked dinner. You tried to do everything neatly: you set the table, set out the food, and even decorated it a little.

When everything was ready, you took your phone and wrote to him:

— Will you come to my place for dinner? I cooked it myself))

You smiled, imagining him coming over, trying the food, and complimenting you. The reply came almost immediately. You opened the message, but the smile immediately vanished.

• Why the fuck do I need your dinner? I'd rather eat at a restaurant.