Here is the continuation of the "eyelash" story.
Summing up what happened, I am in the bathroom and I just trimmed the lashes off of my left eye with scissors.
Then, my big brother walked in, "What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
He noticed the scissors in my hands and snatched them from me, "You're not supposed to be playing with these."
I denied playing with them and asked for them back. He refused. I got mad and started yelling at him. Unfortunately, I yelled loud enough for someone else to hear.
Moments later, dad walked in and asked, "What's the problem?"
I wanted to tell him about the scissors but I also knew that I would get in trouble for playing with them.
"Nothing. Nothing is wrong, dad."
Just as I was about to walk out of the room, Dad noticed something on my face.
"Did you do something to your eyes?"
I shook my head. I convinced myself that I was telling the truth since I didn't cut both sets of eyelashes. Just one. So, technically, I only "did something" to one eye.
Dad kicked us out of the bathroom and I ran outside. I was so glad that I wasn't in trouble that I immediately forgot what I did to my eyelashes.
It wasn't until later when I was at the park playing with my friends that I started to remember again.
"What's wrong with your eyes?"
"Nothing."
"They look weird."
"There's nothing wrong with them. Let's just play."
No matter how hard I tried to pretend that there wasn't anything wrong, it only seemed that more people would notice. The boys at school. The teachers. The girls!
"What's up with your eyes? They're not pretty anymore."
Eventually, people stopped calling me "Pretty Eyes" and just started calling me "weird."
Regret soon became a close personal friend.
It wasn't long before I started to realize that life was better when people called me "pretty eyes." People at least smiled when they said it. And they didn't look at me like I was a three-legged dog!
Luckily, it didn't take long for things to go back to normal. My eyelashes grew back. Boys and girls started calling me "Pretty Eyes" again. And, most importantly, nobody looked at me weird.
The only thing different was that I was just a little bit smarter.
I tell you this story because we both have the same eyelashes. I hope you never regret them but if you do, then I hope this story helps.
Have a great day.
Love.
Dad.
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