Pampered
Pardon my English, as I write as no one but the lowly slave I am.
"Son, what fruit juice would you prefer? Orange or apple?"
"I want both, mix them together mom"
This is the life I'm having back home now, relax and pampered like a child. Everything seems to be so peaceful and nostalgic, except for the pain on the cheek that troubles me whenever I tried to eat. The visit to the dentist had left my face swollen for the next four days, but as I wished, the swelling started to subside after the next day.
My swollen cheek was a dreadful sight, for I've stayed at home, and refused even the invitation of my former classmates. Even so, I was quite pleased with the long hair that I'm keeping. My hair was long enough to cover my ears partially, along with the sideburns that had grown to the length of my ears. I had never longed of keeping long hair, for it was forbidden in my twelve years of schooling. The school discipline teacher would catches those who keeps sideburns, or having hair styles that are against the school rule. No one dares to go against the rule without their hair being cut short by the disciplin teacher himself. Afterall it is a school well known, the discipline of the students have to be upkeep inorder to preserve the fame of the school.
Sometimes when I was reading, I find myself fondling with my hair growing towards my neck. The curling of my hair toward my neck was pleasently remarked by my father and a friend dearest to me. It was a trait inherited by my father, from what I recalled of the picture of my father when he was a teenager. He was smilling, with his fluffy hair flowing down his neck, wearing an oversized glasses that was popular during the 70s. I couldn't find it more amusing when I saw his picture, through this years under the same roof, I had never seen him once with hair longer than those of my school classmates. I have no doubt that his venture into business before I was born would have forced him to change his fashion to whatever deemed to be more professional.
The hardened skin at the bottom of my left foot started to get soften, as I've applied medicine on it and followed the doctor's advice to stay out of training for a week. The hardened skin was formed only recently on the ball of my foot, toward my toe. It caused me pain when I walked, which I believe such problem was caused by the wrong footwork that I used during the training. The hardened skin that had formed on my palm started to soften, a clear indication that I have not been training for a long time. I hope it wasn't too late to resume my training after the pain on my swollen cheek is relieved.
"Son, what fruit juice would you prefer? Orange or apple?"
"I want both, mix them together mom"
This is the life I'm having back home now, relax and pampered like a child. Everything seems to be so peaceful and nostalgic, except for the pain on the cheek that troubles me whenever I tried to eat. The visit to the dentist had left my face swollen for the next four days, but as I wished, the swelling started to subside after the next day.
My swollen cheek was a dreadful sight, for I've stayed at home, and refused even the invitation of my former classmates. Even so, I was quite pleased with the long hair that I'm keeping. My hair was long enough to cover my ears partially, along with the sideburns that had grown to the length of my ears. I had never longed of keeping long hair, for it was forbidden in my twelve years of schooling. The school discipline teacher would catches those who keeps sideburns, or having hair styles that are against the school rule. No one dares to go against the rule without their hair being cut short by the disciplin teacher himself. Afterall it is a school well known, the discipline of the students have to be upkeep inorder to preserve the fame of the school.
Sometimes when I was reading, I find myself fondling with my hair growing towards my neck. The curling of my hair toward my neck was pleasently remarked by my father and a friend dearest to me. It was a trait inherited by my father, from what I recalled of the picture of my father when he was a teenager. He was smilling, with his fluffy hair flowing down his neck, wearing an oversized glasses that was popular during the 70s. I couldn't find it more amusing when I saw his picture, through this years under the same roof, I had never seen him once with hair longer than those of my school classmates. I have no doubt that his venture into business before I was born would have forced him to change his fashion to whatever deemed to be more professional.
The hardened skin at the bottom of my left foot started to get soften, as I've applied medicine on it and followed the doctor's advice to stay out of training for a week. The hardened skin was formed only recently on the ball of my foot, toward my toe. It caused me pain when I walked, which I believe such problem was caused by the wrong footwork that I used during the training. The hardened skin that had formed on my palm started to soften, a clear indication that I have not been training for a long time. I hope it wasn't too late to resume my training after the pain on my swollen cheek is relieved.
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