I was so angry I pulled out a box of macarons from the basket:
"I remember you don't like these. Can you put them back?"
My nephew quickly defended them: "These are my classmates' favorites. I can't put them back!"
I looked at the price of the box of macarons. It only had nine small ones, but they cost almost $25. So I said firmly, "If your classmate likes snacks, let him buy them himself. I don't have that much money today. Put it back quickly, or don't buy anything!"
My nephew burst into tears, stamped his feet, and ran out:
"I'm going to tell my dad that I'm a stingy person. I promised to buy myself snacks and then broke my promise!"
I quickly apologized to the clerk and took my daughter after him.
My nephew had disappeared.
The snack shop was three stops away from his home. Worried about him, I braved the scorching heat and searched for him along the way, but couldn't find him.
Finally, I texted my mom, "Mom, is Ramon home yet?"
It took a while for my mom to reply, "He's home!"
My heart finally settled.
But when I got home with my daughter, a teacup flew towards me.
I couldn't dodge in time, and it hit me on the head. The pain was intense, and blood rolled down my forehead.