Today is hard for me, particularly hard, but only for me. I scrub on to the dishes extra hard today, the dough is still sticking on the bottom of the stainless bowl that was bigger than my head. I forgot to wear the gloves to protect my hands, but I’m Asian and I’ve done things with my hands and they remained hands still.
I didn’t know I was biting my blower lip, so hard that blood is seeping out of the gaping wound and touching my tongue. Testing if it’s really there, I lick it with the tip of my tongue and wince when the pain suddenly sets in. I drop the sponge from my hand and let go of the bowl, almost angrily on the sink.
Energy seeps out of me in droves and all that’s left is the heavy sad one. The ones that shouldn’t matter and doesn’t seem to go away, no matter how much time p
