Forgive me for I have sinned … twice …

Couldn’t resist the aroma, the foam, I could almost taste it, I tried to fight it, the warmth of the cup in my hands, the soft foam on my lips, the sweet sugar balance, the perfect presentation, the warm brownish liquid as it discreetly enters the forbidden doors that have been sealed for months. The sensation of having it while reading my novel, a well deserved treat at the end of my working hours.

How did I hold back for so long? I’ll restrain myself. Perhaps later … just want another taste of the heavenly delicious cappuccino … just one more time today …

My history with dentists goes way back. I remember in primary school ‘bel-ebtedaee’. They used to call out names at the end of the ‘6aboor’ to take the students to the dentist. That was done often. Of course my mother will always put my name!! So I decided enough is enough and the next time they call my name I’m not going.

As it happens, one day after the ‘6aboor’ before we go to our classes, they echoed my name through the mics. I stood my ground.

My class mates started to say: They’re calling you!!

I don’t know how I responded but I didn’t go and went with the rest of the class back to our classroom.
Did they forget me, noooooo. A teacher came to my classroom looking for me!!!

Offfffff, I had no other choice but to go.

My turn on the devil’s dentist’s chair, surprisingly she says, ‘everything is OK‘.

I remember this moment and the place and me smiling. If it is possible for a human being to emit light, I did.

But then I see a frown upon her face, ‘but you can’t go empty handed, here let me take out this loose teeth’ WTF!!!! Of course I was too young to comprehend such word, but now that comes to mind.

Allah yesalmokim, one of my front teeth was about to fall, she didn’t leave nature take it course, she just took her needle stuck in my gum and pulled out the tooth!!!! I was helpless.

If there was a dentist Disney land, I would go in for FREE. Actually they would pay me to go in, from all the pain history I’ve been through. If a kid likes going to the dentist, they’re most likely to grow up and be dentist or serial killers. Normal people HATE dentists. Well not dentists but what they do. That’s why they cover their faces, don’t tell me for health reasons, it’s to seal their identity so you wouldn’t put a face on your enemy. Stalk them after they wrap up and then corner them, strap them to the chair, drill, stick a needle, miss here and there, make them have their mouth wide open for at least 30 minutes and finally take out a tooth and say it was the wrong one ;D not forgetting to hand them a lollipop on their way out to ensure enough sugar to decade their teeth so they have to come back again ;P

I wish i had perfect teeth. So I wouldn’t have to go to the dentist.

Whenever someone says you and your family what pops in my mind. My family: my sister, my brothers and parents. WRONG. Apparently they do not come under the definition of family.

When I am entitled to something, for example, you and your family have won a weekend stay at our hotel. OK, I’m thinking, yeah my sister and I will have FUN. Where do I shove my little brothers, they will want to bring their friends but NO that can’t happen there is barely enough space for us, I’ll give them some slack their friends can come over but not sleep over I must make that clear …, then suddenly your bubble is burst and what they meant was your husband and children!!!! But I’m not married thus you mean I have no family!! But ma’am you can come and others would have to pay!! No thank you, that takes the point out of a free prize doesn’t it?? Even when working most benefits and promotions include you and your family, again they meant your non-existent spouse and un-harvested children eggs. So why don’t they give us the option to select our family members? Wouldn’t that be fair to all married and non-married? Even married couples, who says their spouses will be part of everything that is offered to their other half, maybe their sister or brother will like to come along on a free trip or join a health club at half price.

In the end, here I am waiting for my family aka Mr. Right and unborn children to enjoy whatever is coming my way because apparently now I am family-less.