DON’T GO BACK AGAIN!

            When I woke up, I saw the beautiful blue sky covered with sparkling fluffy clouds that was made by a star which rises on the East and sets on the West.  “It will really be a good day,” I murmured to myself.  I stood up and went down stairs.  I went to the kitchen and got a cup which overflows with hot water.  I made coffee myself.  I ate my breakfast which would provide the energy I need for the rest of the day.  “I need to do my homework,” I recalled. 

            It was already lunch when I finished my homework.  I grabbed my food and I ate with a big smile splashed on my face.  Then I was full.  I saw something delicious: a cupcake-like with icing on top.  It was frozen, and I’d like to eat it.  But then a memory flashed back on my mind!  I have already gotten a cold, and I was cured after three days.  If I would buy and eat it, there would be a great possibility that I would get sick again.  I asked my mother if I could and eat it but she disagreed.  She told me that it was not good for me.  I had an axe to grind with her.  But because of my persistence, she had nothing to do with it and I was allowed to buy.  It was really good.  I really did not care if I would get cold again; I just wanted to taste it and it was delicious. 

            As luck may have it, I felt good after eating it but when the nightfall came, I felt like my head was beating like my heart. And I wanted to sleep as early as seven o’clock.  My nose was irritated and it forced out some sticky stuff.  I got a medicine.  And I got cold… again.  I slept with my blanket covering my whole body that was shaking due to the chilliness I was anticipating.  It took me a week to fully recover. 

            “Do you like to eat some?” my little cousin asked me with twinkling eyes.  I bet she was trying to test my temper, and I knew that if I would pass the test, I would not get cold again.  My mind reminded me of what happened to me for seven days, and I felt like I put a sign on my head, “Don’t go back again!”

            From that experience, I knew how important it is to follow the advice of the person who gave birth to you.