Everyone has a haunting moment in their life, one that’s so traumatizing and horrible that it perpetually replays in their minds. For me, that moment occurred in the early days of summer 2015. I was stuck home babysitting my two little siblings for the day while the rest of my family was in Baton Rouge at some birthday party I didn't go to because I really didn’t like the entire parents hosting it. You know the type. The ones that don’t know what a blinker is. The ones that decide that the self-checkout line was made for more than 50 items. You get the point. So anyway, for lunch, my mom leaves us with Chick Fil A and some Panda Express meal so I’m like, “Eww, I’m not about to eat some cold, soggy Chick Fil A meal. I’ll just give it to my
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So I open the stainless steel, double door fridge which holds my most prized possessions: food and haul out the frail, white plastic container and pull out this egg-roll looking thing, so then start eating it. So I’m like, “Jesus Christ, this is some quality stuff right here.” After I devour the roll I’m like, “Hey, a half of a roll won’t kill me, let me just split this bad boy in half”. So I eat half of the roll, then my curiosity kicks in and mentally I'm like, “Woah, what is in this roll and why haven’t I ever tasted this kind of flavor before?” So I look at the roll in my hand and I'm like, “Oh hey, ha ha it's got shrimp in it, cool!” Then it finally sinks in. I'm allergic to shrimp, I'm gonna die...like any second …show more content…
So of course, me being me, I went with the hoping against hope option. I wasn’t about to get involved with the ambulance coming and me leaving two little kids alone. Looking back though, it probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but in my defensive, at the time, it seemed like the best thing I could’ve done. So I take out my trusty inhaler and do about 6 shots (If you do more, you might have a heart attack) and pray to the heavens I live. Thirty minutes pass, I'm on the ground, in a corner, 2 little midgets surrounding me offering their help by pushing, a 2 liter of coke and Big Red Gum at me for no reason, and I’m sitting there with tears streaming down my face waiting for eternal rest. They kept shoving these things in my face because they had this wild idea that these items would somehow, magically, heal me. But, eventually they stopped caring and decided to go back and continue watching Dora the Explorer. So there I am, Dora talking in the background telling Swiper, “No swiping”, two kids yelling at the TV about swiper, and me in the corner praying to any deity that might take pity on me. Then the door opens and in pops my mom, and then I’m like thank
So I open the stainless steel, double door fridge which holds my most prized possessions: food and haul out the frail, white plastic container and pull out this egg-roll looking thing, so then start eating it. So I’m like, “Jesus Christ, this is some quality stuff right here.” After I devour the roll I’m like, “Hey, a half of a roll won’t kill me, let me just split this bad boy in half”. So I eat half of the roll, then my curiosity kicks in and mentally I'm like, “Woah, what is in this roll and why haven’t I ever tasted this kind of flavor before?” So I look at the roll in my hand and I'm like, “Oh hey, ha ha it's got shrimp in it, cool!” Then it finally sinks in. I'm allergic to shrimp, I'm gonna die...like any second …show more content…
So of course, me being me, I went with the hoping against hope option. I wasn’t about to get involved with the ambulance coming and me leaving two little kids alone. Looking back though, it probably wasn’t the smartest decision, but in my defensive, at the time, it seemed like the best thing I could’ve done. So I take out my trusty inhaler and do about 6 shots (If you do more, you might have a heart attack) and pray to the heavens I live. Thirty minutes pass, I'm on the ground, in a corner, 2 little midgets surrounding me offering their help by pushing, a 2 liter of coke and Big Red Gum at me for no reason, and I’m sitting there with tears streaming down my face waiting for eternal rest. They kept shoving these things in my face because they had this wild idea that these items would somehow, magically, heal me. But, eventually they stopped caring and decided to go back and continue watching Dora the Explorer. So there I am, Dora talking in the background telling Swiper, “No swiping”, two kids yelling at the TV about swiper, and me in the corner praying to any deity that might take pity on me. Then the door opens and in pops my mom, and then I’m like thank