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Stand firm (side story) |
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My mother felt very stressful after a day of work in office, and she
wanted to take a rest after dinner, so she was really mad about me not
finishing my dinner fast enough like everyone did. One night, she was
getting so
angry that she threw away
all my food and ordered me to leave the house and be a begger on the
street. As a child, being abandoned in the elevator hallway outside of
the
apartment, I cried and cried until some neighbours opened the door and
peaked at me. At age of 6, I was already quite stubborn, and I
didn't want other
people to know I was being punished, so I went down the elevator and
walked out of the building.
I sat on a bench outside of the bakery store which I usually went every morning on weekdays, and started to plan for my "future". I was thinking how I could go to grandma's place from there without money for transportation. After thinking for a while, I decided to go back to the apartment because my mom should be less angry by now. My timing was right, as the elevator door opened, my mom also opened the apartment door and let me in. She did so because my neighbours were also her coworkers =P Guess what, my story would be widely spread across her office tomorrow. Oh, I am off topic, let's get back to my stomach pain problem. Let me tell you why I started talking about my eatting habbit. Later, I'd found that I had problem to swollow dry food because my throat was very dry most of the time, and it was a problem the doctor found when I was born. The doctor was planning to do a surgery on me because my throat was too narrow, but because I was too weak and too small, if he really had to do the surgery, I probably wouldn't survive, so he told the nurses and my parents, if I couldn't drink a bottle of milk by next day, I probably couldn't make it. A nurse, whom I didn't even know the name but she was like an angel to me, saved me by dropping milk into my throat with an eye-dropper one drop by one drop until I finished the whole bottle after hours. Thus, I didn't have the surgery, but even nowadays, I still have to drink a lot of fluid before I can swollow some hard food. I also recognized a pattern: if I didn't drink a lot of warm fluid before eatting, I'll have stomach cramps in morning, and if I've eatten something "strange", I'll have stomach cramps around 3am to 4am at night. Again, it always happened on Sunday, so I wasn't pretending to be ill so I could skip a day of school like some other classmates did. I guess it always happened on Sunday because my nanny was off work on Sunday, and I had to eat with my parents in restaurant, where foods were usually made oily or sticky and drinks would usually be served cold. I often ruinned my family's weekend plan due to my stomach-pain-on-Sunday problem because I was in such a pain that they had to drive me to hospital. Unfortunately, not many hospitals would be open for walk-in on Sunday, and despite this fact, the doctors wouldn't be able to find cause of my pain anyways. |
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