Yes, I am still afraid whenever Papa drives through the car wash…
…and I am still afraid whenever Rotti comes running and sniffing at me…
…and I am usually shell-shocked whenever it rains heavily and I am strapped inside the car..
…but in recent months, I have added another thing into my list of terrifying stuff I am afraid of.
You see, there is a chair in the house that may look like an ordinary everyday chair to everyone else, but to me that is the “World’s Naughtiest Chair”. Everytime I commit some wrong doing, like throwing toys all over, climbing the stairs railing or even knocking MeiMei over (seriously?!), I will be ordered by Papa or Mama to get up onto the ‘Naughty Chair’ for a period of time and think over what I did.
You may laugh, but this chair is so sinister, it has evil written all over it. When I sit down there, I feel lonely, cold, isolated…..just the sensation of touching it is a step towards insanity…
Through my eyes, the world’s naughtiest chair looks like this…
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