The ramblings, almost certainly not daily, of a thirty-something year old. I named it sillily (and knowingly). I'm not almost thirty three, I'm past that, but can't be bothered to change the name.
What a silly question. I don’t do conflict and can’t, ever, say goodbye without resolving an issue, if there ever is an issue, so this is highly unlikely to happen. However, to answer the question: I’d go to her, immediately, make sure she’s okay, hold her hand, hug her, take her flowers, sit by her, bring her food or a toothbrush or a book to read or a pair of pyjamas… whatever’s needed. Who wouldn’t?
When I was about six, I gave my neighbour girl a push on a merry-go-round and it made her topple over and fall and break her arm. I felt so bad as I KNEW I had not intended it, but she thought so, so I never visited her in hospital. That was not nice of me. I have never forgotten my bad deed.
Geli - I did something similiar - shot a piece of wire into the neighbour-boy's eye with my catapult! I felt so bad. Luckily the damage wasn't too severe. I shudder to think how badly it could've turned out!
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When I was about six, I gave my neighbour girl a push on a merry-go-round and it made her topple over and fall and break her arm. I felt so bad as I KNEW I had not intended it, but she thought so, so I never visited her in hospital.
That was not nice of me. I have never forgotten my bad deed.
Oh I'm the same! Thats me. Through. And. Through.
Geli - I did something similiar - shot a piece of wire into the neighbour-boy's eye with my catapult! I felt so bad. Luckily the damage wasn't too severe. I shudder to think how badly it could've turned out!
Miranda - we are similiar in SO many ways xx
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