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I come back home from a Monday night out with my girlfriends and my mom tells me I bought the wrong book.

And that kind of hurt.

Thing is, when she told me to get her the Secret Garden book from Popular, I honestly had no idea what she was referring to because I hadn't seen what she picked out though I had paid for it. Everyone picked out a whole lot of stuff that day and all I did was make payment for them so I didn't get a chance to see what exactly I was paying for. I paid because I didn't mind paying for family.

But she wanted the same journal she picked out the other day and I was asked to help her buy so I said okay since I'm free today and I was going to be out.

After my appointment this morning, I headed to times since it was the only bookshop I could find in Plaza Sing (and I was there.) I didn't want to buy the wrong book so I called my mom right before I made payment and said: "It's a colouring book with the 2016 calendar." And she said yes.

With that reassurance, I bought the book.

I come home and personally deliver the book to her while she was changing so she didn't see it then but as she was wrapping the Christmas gifts for her colleagues, I brought the book to her again and this time, I took it out of its plastic bag and she exclaims: "Not this one! I wanted the journal!"

I definitely checked with her before I checked out so how did I end up with the dreaded wrong book?

So now she's mad at me for getting the wrong item and I'm probably going to bed upset because I didn't intentionally buy the wrong book. It was an honest mistake but I guess I can't help it if she's mad at me. I mean, I am at fault after all.

It was a happy evening but right now, I'm hurt and not so happy anymore.
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