9 Jul 2003
(Wednesday)
9:36 pm
2:59 a.m.
“Jacky!” The sister screamed. “It’s happening!!”
“W-what?” The brother asked nervously.
“It… it’s not good. I don’t think it’s going to last too long…” The sister murmured. “Look…”
“Oh no!”
“What should I do? What should I do?!” She paced up and down anxiously. “I don’t want to lose it. Not yet, not just yet…”
The brother didn’t know what to say, so the sister sat herself down, hoping that in doing so, she’d becalm both of themselves.
She suddenly remembered all the time she spent with it, all the memories; it’s been awhile…
“…”
“That’s it!” She looked up. “It’s got to go.”
“… Do you need my help?” The brother offered.
She shook her head. “I have to do this myself…”
The sister took a deep breath. She reached for it slowly.
“Ah!” She winced. “I can’t do this. I just can’t!”
The brother looked at his sister, speechless and helpless. They both looked away from it.
… *gulp*
The sister took another deep breath and turned back to it. She reached for it again – this time, more determined.
The brother held his breath.
“…”
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”
Okay, I won’t tease you any more. That was what happened this morning at 3 a.m. The characters are real; the brother is obviously my brother and the sister me.
I didn’t miss anybody, did I?
Oh right, *it*.
It is something we all have, and almost all of us take it for granted. It’s there on you, but you hardly realise its importance until you lose it.
So…
it is…
(drumroll…)
a finger-nail!
Too much introduction for it? I told you you’d belittle it.
For those who don’t know what happened, I had a minor accident back in May, and the finger-nail of my right little finger came off. I did a surgery and they put the old nail back on. (Yes – my first plastic surgery!) It’s finally come off after two months, and all I’m left with is this fragile, pathetic, thin, soft piece of new nail covering 95% of what it normally would. It’s still growing (hopefully!).
Oh, the brother is back for the computer. Take care you all!
And be careful with doors!