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It was one of those days where I found it just difficult to bring myself out of bed. My mind just took so long to wake up, but I knew that I had to. Lazily, I got up.

As usual, I went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. I had planned to prepare sardine sandwiches for myself. I took out the 2 pieces of sardine fish given by my mother from the fridge and poured them into a bowl. I then placed the bowl into the steamer, heating the sardines.

Quickly, I made my coffee, took out some bread, preparedd the half boiled egg and then went to brush my teeth. After that, I headed back to the kitchen to check on my sardines. Satisfied they were warm enough, I turned off the head and opened the steamer lid. I mashed up the sardines and spread some on the slices of bread. Just nice, I had thought, when the final bits of the sardines were spread on the last piece of the bread.

I touched the tip of the bowl, lightly. It was not that hot any longer. Using my right hand, I took the bowl and tried to bring it to the sink, which was jsut like, say, 30cm away.

It must had been hotter than I thought because bfore I could reach the sink, it accidentally slipped from my hand and landed on the counter before the sink. I looked at the bowl. It had broken into 2 parts, nicely. I was shocked! Picking it up, wanting to throw it away, I noticed drops of blood in the sink. Lots and lots of them. Then I saw. My thumb was bleeding!

I turned on the tap and put my hand under the running water. Blood kept oozing out from the cut. Yet, I thought, so much for just one cut. I looked around and then noticed, oh my, another deeper cut at my middle finger!

And then the pain started...