Woke up this morning with 100k in my account. I was craving to go to my favourite cafe and give myself a treat. Which might cost me at least 30k.
Then I remembered I want to collect my sch transcript and lang proficiency, which would cost about 50k.
I wanted to buy one unique chair for my space, 45k.
I opened WhatsApp and saw a message from Lil Sis reminding me of her allowance and contribution towards her project. Another 50k.
I sent lil sis her 50k. Bought data 20k. Renewed ๐ sub. And I'm left with 24k to manage, I can't leave my acct entirely empty.
I called lil sis this afternoon to gist. She was eating, I asked what she was eating, and she said shawarma and parfait. That's 15k! I asked where she got the money from. And she answered that it's from the money I sent her in the morning. I was about to say something, and she said, "I can't come and kill myself."
Ngl, I don't know how to feel. I'm not angry. But I feel sorry for myself.
The painful part is not even the shawarma and parfait. It's realizing that the person enjoying the money understands โI canโt come and kill myself,โ while the person making the sacrifices somehow forgets the same thing. Sometimes the most generous people need to learn how to be generous to themselves too.