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# 59

Tuesday, March 31, 2009 { 11:42 PM }

Sport's Day was quite alright as I wasn't in a good mood to enjoy the event. I was tired and some parts of my body were in pain. I wished I could run and you guys must be surprised to see me saying that. Yes, I miss running for Sport's Day despite the big crowd (I hate big crowds).

Anyway, I'm happy that I did something good today. I sent someone home! He was a cute and plump little primary school boy. I was returning home after sending love back and I was sitting at the upper deck, near to the stairs. Then came this plump boy who was happily going up the stairs and fell. I didn't bother at first because I thought it was something small and there was no any injury. He was with his friend. So, I just ignored because I thought he was going to be alright since his friend was around. Then, he sat in front of my seats. I didn't get to see his injury at first as he was covering it with a piece of tissue paper. Finally, he lifted it off and I could only see a few dots of blood. I thought that it was so bloody or something. His injury was at the dry bone (is that what they call?) area.

I wanted to alight the bus when I saw him crying. I couldn't bear to leave him just like that and decided to send him home. That was when I learnt that his leg was swollen and I could see a bump by the side. It was quite big actually. His friend went home while we took a bus to his place. Luckily, he lives somewhere near Safra. So, I didn't have to travel far. His bag was heavy for a primary school kid. The way he walked reminded me of how I walked four weeks ago. Not really, he kind of jumped when he walked.

Suddenly, I miss you putting me to sleep. Like how you did just now. I slept on top of your bag and you would hug me tightly with both of your hands and play with my hair. I wonder why something small could mess up everything. Maybe it was my fault. I shouldn't have dragged things because I'm always good at making things worse.