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Jan 5, 2023
What’s the sickest I’ve been — this is going to be short because I refuse to be sick.
Funeral arrangements were made for me on multiple occasions, but I did not attend. Not that I had anything against the idea. I just didn’t do the necessary preparation.
A seven year old child was brought to the beauty salon for a wig. She was skin and bone and bald: And sad. I did not do a good job with the wig. Our wigs were for adults. But…
she smiled.
And died a few weeks later.
How can I think I’ve experience anything bad?
Whatever pain or sickness I have must be used as an opportunity to learn. For some reason, I am alive.
That little girl is dead.
Day 5: Keeley Schroder’s challenge.
