When I was about 12 year old I liked to cycle everywhere I go. One afternoon, on the way back home from school, I went through a back lane of a roll of shops on my bicycle. Suddenly a car drove by me and the driver was trying to stop me for help. I was a very helpful person since young, so I stopped my bicycle. I saw an uncle in his late 40s sitting in the driver seat. He was holding a letter and showing me an address on the letter to ask for direction. I got near to his side window to look at the address. I was concentrating on the address, but realized that I couldn’t help coz the address was in Cheras while we were at Ampang. I didn’t think too much at that point of time…. But, wait a minute, at the corner of my eye, I thought I saw something that I didn’t really know how to describe. Familiar? Not really, I think I have seen something like that before but a very small version… I was not sure… Ugly? Definitely, but why wasn’t this uncle cover it properly? Messy? Ya, I thought it was quite messy. It looked like a lump of swollen meat, a bit like the chee cheong fun’s type of spring roll and fish balls (but the swollen version), looked at the size, it could be painful. Hmm… I thought this uncle was sick…. There were a lot of question marks in my head but I calmed myself down, pretended l didn’t see anything and told the uncle “Sorry, I can’t help.”
I continued cycling home with thousands of question marks in my head.
That evening I told my mum, “Mum, this afternoon one uncle asked me for direction. I saw him sitting in the car with his “down there” exposed. His “down there” was very big and swollen until he couldn’t zip his pants. I think he is sick, so poor thing.” My mum looked at me with her jaw dropped. “My dear, this uncle is not physically sick, he is mentally sick!!”
3 comments:
He must be extremely traumatized and probably feeling inferior till today ;p
Haven't exposed to those things yet mah.... i am very good now :D
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