What my dad did to me?😭
It is just a normal Sunday.
I was in the kitchen cooking white rice and stew. When I was done cooking, I started dishing out the food to serve my parents.
I heard my dad’s voice from the living room calling out to me, “Empress, are you not done cooking?”
My people, I replied, “Daddy, I am dishing the food o.”
POV: My dad had a barbed skin cut and had rubbed coconut oil on his head. He was sitting at the dining table, with the light radiating on his shiny, freshly-oiled head.
After I served the food, I saw a mosquito perch right in the centre of his head. As a good child that I am, I decided to slap his head to kill the mosquito.
The next thing was… “KPOAAAA!” 😂😂😂
Sorry for the laugh🤣🤣🤣
My dad screamed, “Heeeeeiii! Empress, how dare you?!”
He didn’t even allow me to explain my innocence. He locked me outside. 😭😂
As I am talking to you guys, I am still outside. 😭😭
How do I beg my dad and make him understand that it wasn’t my fault? 😂
Help me o! 😭🤣

I can only imagine how frustrating it must have been to be misjudged like that - did you ever get to explain your side of the story later on? 😊🤔
Yes dear, he had mercy on me🥰