First aid kid bookmark

Oct 24 2021 | Sunday

Hello, kiddo.

I was writing, in all seriousness, and eventually achieved the state of flow. My flow, however, was broken by something quite unexpected: a mistake. What kind of mistake, you ask? No, I didn't check my phone, that's not it. Here's what I did—instead of writing 'first aid kit', I wrote 'first aid kid', and it was like the spell of concentration was suddenly broken.

I looked at the words 'first aid kid' for a moment, and laughed at myself. I decided to give myself a short break because it seemed like I needed one, or perhaps I just wanted one, and that's mostly a good enough reason.

I closed my notebook, capped the pen and got up from the desk. As I, happily, sprawled on the divan, I began feeling a sharp pain in my stomach. It was excruciating. It hurt even more when I took a breath, which was rather inconvenient, obviously, because I tend to breathe a lot.

In that bleak situation, as tears trickled down the corner of my eyes, I did what any sensible person would have done—I asked my mother to donate my books. She, at first, didn't understand what I meant so I tried again. I told her that she should donate my clothes too, and then she understood and asked me not to say such things.

Life's strange, huh? You can go from making a mistake while writing and finding it funny, one minute, to almost needing medical assistance, the next. So take care of yourself, and don't talk about dying, especially, in front of your parents, because it turns out, they don't like it.

Since I'm okay now, I guess I will be keeping my books and clothes for now. Isn't that wonderful?
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Thank you for reading.​
Sahar Afreen

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