Slippery Pathway

October 22, 2008, Wednesday at 5:30 in the morning, the rain stopped falling. The breeze of the wind was slightly cold, wet ground and the light outside was dimmer.
I fetched water. Fetching water from the well is the hardest chore for me to do. My arms getting hurt carrying pails of water and pumping the water pump. Unlike in the city, faucet is widely use. If I don’t fetch water, I don’t have water to use for cooking, washing, bathing and etc.
After doing my daily routines, I put on my pink uniform and arranged my things to be used in school. At 7:00 0’clock, I headed for school. I was three meters away from my room; I accidentally slid and fell on the ground. I stepped on the slippery part of the pathway. I slowly helped myself to stand. I gradually held my head up; I saw all the eyes of the children stared closely at me. Their lips formed letter ‘O’. I smiled at them, tried to tell them ‘I’m OK’. Two beautiful girls approached me and shyly asked, “Are you okay ma’am?” ‘Of course, I’m not’, these words uttered at the back of my mind. I simply smiled at them. I complained that my knee, arms and palm hurt. They helped me and carried the things I brought. Some of it was covered by mud including my fone and wrist watch. I went home to change clothes.
(Thanks God, the children don't have a cam to capture the embarassing moment in my life.)