Life Expectancy: 65 Years
Claud
An avid collector of your hopes and worries, a romantic at heart.
She thanks her fairies, for blessing her with people who know compassion down to an art.
For accepting her for who she is, who never fails to turn up,
in times of need as well as happiness, or just there for a loving hug.
Monday, May 03, 2010
A bump in the head
I have unfurled the mystery to my idiosyncracies. My dad just revealed the reason to me.
When I was about 1 years old, when crawling was my greatest past time, my mum took a sabbatical in Europe.
Ok, granted, it wasn't really a sabbatical given she was there to enjoy after 9 months of carrying me. Given how I'm not an easy baby, I can empathize with that.
So my dear father was in charge with the honorable task of bathing, feeding and petting me (I can only sleep when petted on my bottom. Sometimes I still need that, but am too embarrassed to ask. HAHA)
Then one fine night, my dad left me on the bed while he grabbed a drink from the kitchen. Somehow I managed to roll off the bed while landing head first. Lucky the bed wasn't very high and my skull was pretty thick. Had a big bruise, but otherwise brawling like crazy.
Hahahaha....so now you know why I'm weird (because I like Durkheim). I had a huge bump in the head during my most vulnerable period....
In any case, my dad was quite cute, he told me that he carried me out of the house, sat at the staircase and cried. LIKE HELLO? Emergency and my dad sat outside of the house and cried. OK, retrospectively, it was pretty funny. HAHAHA...
I love family stories, they make the everyday humourous =)
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