Today, my nephew broke my only gift i got on my birthday this year and it was from my best friend. It was an english rose perfume from body shop. It is not expensive but the sentimental value on it makes it one of my treasured item. And i love the smell so much. I only used 1/3 of it. 

He is 8 years old. Partially it was my brother's fault who put my perfume inside the wardrobe in higher place so my little nieces cannot reach it and play with it. His intention was good. But my nephew didnt see it and he pulled one of the spare towel on that level and the perfume fell on the floor.

I was in the living room playing with my phone. My living room is like 30 feet away from my room and not connected, when i smell very familiar fragrance that carried by wind. I thought one of them playing spraying my perfume . Uuuuu..it worst than that. I saw my perfume bottle shattered on the floor , the content spilled. First thing i asked him what happen. And he said he dont know while obviously it happen not so long ago. He said maybe his sister ( 4 years old) who did that. 

The shelf in the wardrobe was high up and it was impossible for her to reach it without chair. Then suddenly his sister (13 years old) spilled the beans and said it was him how broke it. I was so furious that time.

Being a very strict aunty i was glaring at him demanding for truth and he instantly admit. The fact that he was lying to me the first place and accused his little sister making me more mad. I really really hate liar and dont tell me it was normal for boy at his age to.lie because there is nothing normal about lying and it has to be told it is not okay to lie.

Looking at my perfume on the floor making me so sad but i was so angry my tears threatened to fall. Really like fanfic writing right? Hahaha. But i didnt. Not worth my precious tears. I was angry because he lied to me. Not because of the perfume anymore. Uuuu he sooo gonna get something from me sooner or later. Especially his angpaw , duit raya he collect to replace my perfume. But still it is not the same. 

If his parents spoiling him too much, i am the one who will teach him and there is nothing they can do because they know im right. Plus, they will help him to buy me new perfume too. 

So after getting some lesson verbally and a bit bitter scolding from me, i swept the broken glasses with very heavy heart. Staring, picking up the glass pieces. Once again really2 want to cry. But i have to clean it up so that babies didnt step on it. 

I swear if i caught him lying again, i going to whoop his so hard he has to sleep on his stomach. Seriously..your-not-so-awsome-aunty