Touched :')

My recent closures in few projects had made me really hectic.. And to add on to the late hours of coming back home, my elderly landlady is also having mood swings and looking for more troubles.

Lessons: They say the more elderly one is, the more suspicious one would be. 

Could hardly imagine if I become like that too...:(

Moreover, instead of solving problems, she has the tendency to create bigger problems...:/

It has been all along like this but it was occasional, and so I could tolerate well..

But this time, my patience level has reached the peak and I couldn't care much to be too charitable anymore.

What's very disappointing is, (although I never care if she's really grateful or not though her relatives told me so whenever they come; for taking care and bringing her out for shopping etc); the trust factor is missing and this bothers me maximally...

She's afraid that I will not take care of the room after all these donkey yearsssss..(reminded me of the washing machine case in the earlier years that made me stressed if I was going to spoil it).... 

My recent disappointment with her actually reminded me of my past experience with a veryy close, special

person of mine whom I had reacted similarly after giving up on the 'ship' that we had.

They said, don't be 'kecil hati' with an elderly person like her; but to be frank, how many people can tolerate someone like this for years as not even a relative of yours? 

Anyway, she sensed my unhappiness this time and used food to 'settle' me again:

A really, superbly, nicely brewed herbal pork soup!! 

She warmed it in a metal bowl as above and planned to transfer to a glass bowl (of coz I refuse the 'mafan-ness')..

Plus the need to wash another bowl :/

I initially refused before she made, as I don't really want to be linked much anymore and drop it to landlord-tenant friendship and no more community services when I can't even settle my own problems..

And even planned to move out if my bubbles burst...

Anyway, I came back at 11plus night yesterday and she pasted a note on the fridge (our usual way of communicating if we don't see each other) saying the soup is there on the stove.

But what really :') me was, she let the soup brewed warmly with small flame (as I love to drink really hot soups) though she had gone into her bedroom to have a short nap while waiting for me to come back (and at such late hours, see how guilty I felt??!!) that's why I don't want to drink it also so that she won't have to wait for me and I don't have to come back early just to drink it.... Sigh...

Anyway, she then came out when I have unlocked my room, and placed the really, really nice soup on the table :'))

So long la...~