A plaster.

Previous Monday,
my dear girl came to class with a tissue paper as a plaster.
Things like this makes me upset.

I stock up my wallet with plasters.

This Monday, my dear girl came to class with cuts again.
I wrapped her finger up with a plaster.
She smiled very happily.
Things like this keeps me alive.

Sometimes work gets so overwhelming but my kids, they keep my going.

Morbid as heck but I always wondered what it'll be like at my funeral. 

(Is this a low-key depression thought lol but nope I think I'm depression-free.)

I always wondered who'll turn up and I wondered if my life in this world will be something worth remembering, something impactful to the people at all? 

Yesterday I taught my kids the digraph /ie/ and it just so happens the SmartBoard generated the word "dies". What happens if Teacher Pearl dies? Jayce started whining and the kids put up letter "x" cross signs with their fingers. I don't think they'll remember me a few years down the road, but that moment is going to live with me forever. 

Adorable.

16/1/19 is the date of my rebirth. I wanted to die so badly but I did it and survived. Special thanks to my mama (you know who you are) and my friends. The constant brainwashing like "you can do this"/ "come on pearl do something different this year?!" and countless precious advice from my mama aka slave driver. 

And when it's over I have so many concerned people wondering if I'm alive. When I count my blessings I count my friends twice

:')