A dermatologist in a health center near my place observed my face very closely. As she did it, I was staring at her face the whole time, inwardly boiling with that expression on her face that said, "My gosh, why are you so ugly? Why did you ever exist?"

I know that dermatologists are supposed to display poker-faces, but that one in the health center displayed infuriating expressions on her face. I had to hold back with the urge of pulling all of her hair out of her body.

Finally she sat back, shook her head, and told me, "Hija, you should avoid polluted places."

"As much as I wanted to, I can't," I said.

"Of course, you can. You want to be beautiful right?"

"Of course I do."

"Then avoid polluted places."

"Why don't you just suggest to me any facial wash?"

"No. A soap will do. You still have delicate skin. Also, avoid polluted places."

"You know that I can't. Everyday I have to go all through the pollution from home to school, then to other places, then back home again. If becoming beautiful means avoiding those paths to my important business, then I don't mind being ugly at all."

"Fine!" she yelled. "Then stay miserably ugly forever."

I left, smirking. I told you. That woman has an attitude.

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When I got home...

"Hija," Mama said, "why don't you fix yourself up?"

"I'm not broken Mama. I have nothing to fix about myself."

"Of course, there is! Look at you, you look like Smuggle!"

"Huh?" O___O?

"You look like Smuggle."

"Who the heck is Smuggle?"

"He is the half-naked one, very thin, small body, huge head, huge eyes. He's Smuggle."

"???"

"He's the one who talks to his reflection in the water."

"Oh... kay. Where can I find him?"

"Lord of the Flies!"

TING! "You mean, Lord of the Rings?"

"That's it! That's where you can find Smuggle!"

"Not Smuggle Mama! It's Smeagol."



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That's all for now. Have a GOD-blessed day!


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