Pain and Compassion

It’s safe to say I have so many sweet people in my life. They are all important to me, and I would never trade them for anything.
I have been blessed with these beautiful people who make love seem easy yet unshakable and endless, we've all shared beautiful memories together. Worthy of note is the sweet memory from a few years ago, this memory I’ll forever cherish.

It happened on one beautiful afternoon when I decided to pierce my ear. I knew it was going to hurt but I never knew the severity of the pain.

I held my breath as my right ear was pierced, and then the left was also pierced. It happened so fast and surprisingly I felt nothing, and I couldn’t wait to go tell my sisters how easy and painless the process was, but I guess I celebrated too soon.

The drive to the house was going smoothly before the pain began to kick in.
My ears began to hurt, I felt the lump in my throat begin to tighten, the pain was real, the kind you experience and you’re torn between laughing and crying. Yes, that was my dilemma.

My ears were hurting so bad to a point that I didn’t want to do anything, I just wanted to concentrate on the pain and find ways to relieve myself of it.

Getting home, instead of being excited like I was earlier, I stood in front of my siblings, heartbroken and on the verge of crying.

“Ahaha fine girl, why is your face like that?” My elder sister asked with a hint of laughter in her voice.

“Do you want to cry?” My little sister said before bursting into laughter and my elder sister joined in.

Watching my sisters laugh at me let the flood gates out without warning. I cried like a little baby that day and my sisters didn’t help either. I couldn’t blame them because if tables were turned, I could have done worse😂

Without uttering a word, I went straight to my room, too exhausted and in pain to banter with any of them.
Sobbing in one corner and thinking of my self-inflicted pain, my cousin walked into my room.

“You want to continue laughing at me here, right? I charged at my cousin.

“No, no, no,” she replied.

I looked at her in disbelief, but before I could say a word she started consoling me. She shared her piercing story with me, and in no time she asked that I start the healing process to avoid infection and keloids. She immediately went to boil water, massaged my ear, and applied the ointment on it. All through the process, she kept telling me sorry. Hearing sorry from her over and over again helped to ease the pain.
All through the healing process my cousin was with me.
To date, I can’t forget how helpful and sweet my cousin was back then and with her help I didn’t get keloids as that is quite common with ear piercings.

This memory is forever engraved in my heart.

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