No pencil in your mouth
We lived in an apartment building with a view in Coconut Grove. Every December, my parents went to Christmas parties. Before one of these parties, my mom was looking for an outfit while I fooled around with a pencil in my mouth.
My mom said, “Aditi, don’t put the pencil in your mouth, because you’re going to hurt yourself.” Of course, I didn’t listen to her, so I kept on doing it.
While my mom was putting on her dress and her jewelry on she realized she wasn’t hearing any sound from my room. She poked her head inside and, saw I had fainted on the bed. She immediately called 911. Luckily, the fire department was just around the corner and it only took them five minutes to get to the apartment. My mom looked around the bed to see what might have caused me to faint and found the pencil which I had choked moments before.
The fire men arrived and they had brought an emergency kit with them. They checked me out and said that I was fine. One of the fire men then asked, “What might have caused her to faint like this?"
Mom replied, “She might have put a pen inside her throat. She was playing with it before.” After couple of minutes, I regained consciousness and asked, semi coherently, “What are the yellow monsters doing in my house?”
After a couple of years had passed, I asked my mom if I had done something stupid. She answered that at the time she was so scared she thought she had lost me forever. This childhood event taught me an important lesson, and I’ve never chewed pencils again.
My mom said, “Aditi, don’t put the pencil in your mouth, because you’re going to hurt yourself.” Of course, I didn’t listen to her, so I kept on doing it.
While my mom was putting on her dress and her jewelry on she realized she wasn’t hearing any sound from my room. She poked her head inside and, saw I had fainted on the bed. She immediately called 911. Luckily, the fire department was just around the corner and it only took them five minutes to get to the apartment. My mom looked around the bed to see what might have caused me to faint and found the pencil which I had choked moments before.
The fire men arrived and they had brought an emergency kit with them. They checked me out and said that I was fine. One of the fire men then asked, “What might have caused her to faint like this?"
Mom replied, “She might have put a pen inside her throat. She was playing with it before.” After couple of minutes, I regained consciousness and asked, semi coherently, “What are the yellow monsters doing in my house?”
After a couple of years had passed, I asked my mom if I had done something stupid. She answered that at the time she was so scared she thought she had lost me forever. This childhood event taught me an important lesson, and I’ve never chewed pencils again.
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