Of Bad Moods and Ice Creams

While being in an unexplainably irritable mood yesterday, I made it a point to at least inform my understanding brothers that I was not in a good mood.

When my 16-year-old brother Syarif came back from his debate program yesterday, he came into my room and asked what's was wrong.

To which I replied that I was in a bad mood.

To which he asked what would make me feel better and not in a bad mood.

I said whatever was at the top of my head; ice cream. It was just my inconsolable-irritable-I-don't-care-I-want-anything-eventhough-I-know-we-don't-have-it-and-I-know-you-can't-get-it-anyway mood.

He left my room... and came back a few minutes later with a bowl of chocolate ice cream.

I stared in disbelief. Since when did have ice cream? I asked.

He shrugged. Since last week I think.

Well, the ice cream didn't particularly solve anything. But it got me so surprised that it made me happy again :)