43. My biggest grudge
We had a potluck in 9th grade English and I asked my mother to make some rice pudding. Due to a late notice, she stayed up late to make it. When my mother was cooking the rice, some of it stuck to the bottom and became brown. This loud and arrogant student in my class yelled there was a piece of bandaid in the pudding.
I had to bring back almost all of it to my mother to make her sad. It’s been 5 years and I still hate it.
