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.