Violated

My (other) baby's been sick. She's been sick for a while now. Asthma, wheezing, shortness of breath, respiratory tract infections – the whole works. Sigh. The poor dear's had it tough all this while. She's barely three but she's already 1,500km shy of her 50,000km service. Well, I've been pretty busy lately and just this week, I finally found the time to get her checked out.

And boy, did she get a checking out.

They assigned six men to her case. SIX MEN!
Goodness. I had no idea it was that serious.

They poked and prodded under her hood. Jabbed and messed around under there. So unnerving for me to watch such an assault on my baby. The molestation, the defiling, the dishonour. It's degrading, really. But I had to stay strong. She'll be stronger than she was before. It's for the best.

But that was before she started smokin'.

She smoked real bad.

Heck, if you look at the picture closely,
you'd notice that one of the guys
even had to fan her out!

Oh, the heartache.

Sigh.

But she's a strong girl with a bright future. She made it through the ordeal in the end. And as a result, she's breathing like a newborn baby again. Slow and steady, in an even rhythmn. I'm so proud of her.

Then came her next ordeal.

She'd hurt her wing a few months back but I never thought much about it. Knew that I'd get her fixed one day but the one day never came... till this week. Well, turns out it wasn't a sprain or a twist. In reality, she had a broken arm! Goodness! And all this time I still made her use it.

Sigh. I'm sorry, baby. I didn't know.

Well, two fellas were assigned to her this time and before I knew it, she was lifting weights and pumping iron (glass, actually) with her new arm. Yay!

Here's to a new lease at life, okay?

I promise I'll continue to take good care of you.

Mwah mwah.