The other day I was having lunch alone. A girl slipped and fell between the tables.
Everyone on the floor turned their head. From the far corner of the shop, I can hear tiny laughters echoing the air. The girl blushed, blaming herself for her clumsiness. Slowly, she picked up everything she dropped.
I kneel before her and offered a hand. (I’m pretty sure there was a beam of brimming light showering me, like I was a knight in shining armor.) She smiled and left without a word.
She was injured, if not physically, mentally.
What is it with you people? Why do you have to laugh? Was it the gesture? Was it the clumsiness? Do you like it when people laughs at you when you’re on your bottom, agonizing the pain?
I’ve been to many parts of the world, Malaysia’s mentality disgusted me most. Only Malaysians can laugh at someone else’s misfortune.
Please, they need a hand not a laugh. So shut up, it’s not funny, never is ➡
ps : I’ve been tagged! So many to answer, very lil time 😮