Something in the coffee....

Asked my mother if she had some milk for my coffee. I looked in her fridge and found milk, cream and the tiny lie cram...

I could not take the milk, it was for the cake she is making when my brother comes (as she always bakes for him when he comes)-the cream was for the cake she will make for her boyfriend, so I could have the little cream.

I asked if it was a value system... does she value the son most, boyfriend little less and me..?! We laughed so I had tears in my eyes.

Anyway it ended up...what I got was..
Well... It was something ...old!