When Things Are Down.

Because Cookie ran loose from his leash, my Dad gave chase. Because I was ahead of them and Cookie was running my way, I tried to block Cookie, failed, and gave chase. Because I was wearing slippers, I tripped over them, and sent myself flying forward, onto the asphalt.

Damages were not light, not at all.


Left elbow.


Left hip.
And if you think the wounds are bad enough, you're wrong. The pain that shot right through me wasn't the physical pain, but the pain that was felt deep within my heart.



Now tell me, which hurts more? FML.