Dear spoon,
I am your oldest friend yet I envy you since my childhood.
You always had a great time on a my dinner table and I had to
study for hours. I thought you will be my good friend, but you were just metal heart.
You are so lucky that everyone invites you in marriages. You are
present in each of them, and sometimes, you attended without me.
Everytime you tasted my favourite dish before me and I couldn't
do anything. You bathed in my bowl of vegetable soup last night, but
the only thing which I could do was, just kiss you. I was helpless.
I can't say that you don't matter to me. We have shared our food
and done folk dance together. When suddenly you fall from the table,
I take your part of scoldings on me, but you have never thanked me for this gesture.
Now, no need to say sorry, I forgive you.
With love
Your hater
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