~An entry from Yiu Yiu's perspective~
I had an extremely
bad day yesterday, and for the first time in my life, I experienced the adage
that things happen in threes.
It started with
mummy forgetting to pack my t-shirt and shorts for PE into the green
recycle bag that I bring to daycare. I only
realized her boo boo when I wanted to change into my uniform after my
shower. I normally wear my t-shirt
inside the white shirt and the shorts too, so I only need to remove my pinafore
and shirt during PE. I started crying
because I was worried that I might be penalized for not wearing appropriate PE
attire on a PE day. Teacher Fu quickly
called mummy, and luckily mummy picked up the call. You see, mummy was having a full day training
and she doesn’t typically pick up calls during training/meeting, more so from
an unfamiliar number. That’s because
Teacher Fu called from the land line, instead of the mobile phone number stored
in mummy’s phone. Anyway, mummy told
Teacher Fu that she would ask po-po to go to our house to get the t-shirt and
shorts, and pass them to Aunty Tan, who also fetches Yihao to school.
I was still crying
inconsolably when mummy called back to inform me of the arrangement. She told me to keep the t-shirt and shorts in
my school bag, and change in the toilet before PE. I calmed down after that and went to school. I ended up changing in the class, as Teacher
Kathleen was worried that I might get my uniform dirty in the wet toilet.
Later at night when mummy
came to fetch me from po-po’s house (she was late as she had to attend the team
dinner), I asked to play a while longer with Yihao, Xiaoyu and mei-mei at the
car porch. We saw a moth flying about
and started chasing it. I lost
my footing and fell face down, knocking my nose and getting a nasty
bump on my elbow. It was so painful I cried
for a good 5-10 minutes!
When we were home,
mummy quickly helped me to pack my bag as she wanted to get us to bed since it
was already 10pm but I requested for Maggi mee supper instead. Mummy decided that it was easier to cook for
us instead of putting up with two whining sisters. While we eat, she went upstairs to take a
quick shower but halfway through, she had to rush downstairs in her towel when
she heard me screaming in pain. A naughty
little bee decided to sting me while I was happily savouring my Maggi
mee. It was so painful that I asked
mummy to send me to the hospital emergency amidst my very loud cries. The neighbours must have thought that I was
being tortured! Mummy saw the stinger
jutting out from between my toes and wanted to remove it with her tweezer but I
refused to let her, insisting that she sends me to the hospital and let the
doctor remove it J Anyway, the sharp pain subsided after a while
but amidst my sobbing, I still refused to let mummy remove the stinger. Actually I was afraid that she was gonna poke me with the tweezer (like in getting
an injection) but I was reassured when I saw that the tweezer was not like a
sharp needle. Mummy also demonstrated
how she would do it by removing a loose thread from the shirt that I was
wearing. I braced myself for the ‘operation’
and was pleasantly surprised that the stinger was removed in just the blink of
an eye.
So there you have
it, my account of how ‘bad things come in threes’ for me yesterday. I hope today will be a better day!
