Those small things you forget
I'm a girl made of those small things you forget. I remember the details. I remember how I was taught to brush, my aunt is a dentist and she would say it every day, "not more than a pea-sized toothpaste else you will get a stomach ache." Yet I would use thrice the pea-sized toothpaste. When I look back now, I realize I liked knowing what would happen when I did something I was not expected to. I remember the details. Some day, a bad day when my grandfather was admitted to the hospital, And we were on our way to visit him, my mother almost got hit by a blue Volvo bus. Thank the almighty she didn't. And that scene is still so vivid in my head. Looking back I understand that life can be granted or taken away in a split second. I remember the details. I remember the first time my sister gifted me an ornated loop earring, black metal only because it's my favourite. She bought that with her little savings, the money she had saved every day over three mo