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I stood in my room placing a set of earrings in my ears. Yes, it was
bad what I did, but do I regret it? NO!!!
I was sitting in the restroom with my sister getting ready to leave the
house.
“Rita, I want to get my ears pierced,” I said to my sister.
She tugged my ear lobe, “You should.”
I was a lioness, starving hungry. I had just seen a pack of antelope. I couldn’t
wait another week like mom had suggested. No, that was too long, I needed my
ears pierced, right then right there.
“Rita, will you pierce my ears?”
“Umm, I don’t know how but I could try.”
She took one of her old earrings then, looked for the holes in my ears that had
been closed for eleven years. She stabbed my right. I let out a small yelp, the
pain in my ear was excoriating, but unfortunately nothing went through my ear.
My sister has always been one to give up easily, so she left me alone with two
earrings and no pierced ears. As hard as I tried I couldn’t resist the
temptation. I was going to do it myself.
Instead of stabbing I tried rubbing it in. After about ten minutes of rubbing
the earring popped through my ear lobe. It turned pink, but I was determined
to finish what I had started. I grabbed another earring and did the same thing,
only this time my ear turned scarlet and if that wasn’t obvious enough
blood trickled down my ear like water flowing fountain. “Why had this ear
reacted so differently?” I wondered to myself. I started to panick.
I tried to calm down and listen to the voice inside of me that always seemed
to know what to do in difficult situations. I cleaned my ear with soap and water.
Just in case you were wondering, it didn’t get infected but I did get in
trouble. Piercing my ears has said a lot about me, though. When I want something
I make it happen, no matter how crazy it is.
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