Misiko (From the afterlife diary)
Once upon a time lived a hero named Misiko. He was God’s favourite child and was created without blemish. He was just as perfect should be.
One day, my daily routine was halted. All that I knew was
taken away from me. I didn’t even how to breathe without feeling excruciating
pain until Misiko was introduced into my life. He was kind and very patient
with me. He handled me as though I was some fragile ornament.
Slowly, he worked through my body to see me on my feet.
Praised every little success I made no matter how small the effort was. He
whispered soft commands which I gladly obeyed like a reprimanded child. This
rings in my head every day; “Do not close your eyes”, he repeatedly whispered
this to me.
Poor me, in the wake of pain and tasked to walk, something I
grew scared of because of pain, those attempts to walk saw me exert all my
energy into taking those little steps and with every step, my teeth dug deeper into
my lips and eyes shut tighter. But besides me, my hero stood tall and
instructed my every step.
With such ragged breath, yes, even the art of inhaling and
exhaling had abandoned me. Misiko patiently instructed me on what to do. He
taught me how to breathe effortlessly. It took me a few practices to master it,
but hooray! I did it!
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