What is the worst thing in the world? Well maybe not the worst thing cause there’s still cancer, poverty, and other calamities, but perhaps it falls in the top one hundred. Watching a really good show, getting really attached to it, spending all your free time watching it. Then it ends. That feeling of utter depression. Feeling of deprivation. Sadness.
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I remember my first memory (weird line). T’was a hot day and my mom had forbidden me from going outside. Realizing that I couldn’t go and play with my friends, I settled for the next best thing. My brother. I was running through my house in Nepal as my one year and nine months old brother was chasing me on his chubby legs. He tripped and fell on his face and I found super funny. And since it was caused by himself he did not cry. (Side-note: have you noticed that toddlers do not cry when they hurt themselves and they think there is no one around to console them? If someone is in the vicinity that they hurt themselves in, then they will bawl their eyes out.) I went over to him laughing and to check if he was alright. He was, thankfully, so I didn’t get in trouble for ‘hurting’ my brother.
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