My mum says I would forget my head if it was not attached to my body.
If you don't know me, you'll think it's just one of those things, the mother talks.
I was born on the eighth of January, twenty one years ago and unlike the majority, I was born different.
A left handed child.
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Growing up, people would tell my parents, "it's wrong for a child to be left handed, correct her".
My mum ignored them all. Her child came into the world left handed and she would leave the world left handed.
I really love my mum.
Well there are perks to being left handed. I've had some pretty great friendships start because the person spoke to me just because I wrote with a different hand.
A down side to it is that anytime I so happen to pick anything up with my left hand and drop it, I always end up losing it.
My left hand is everything so it's safe to say that I lose things alot and that is the tale I have to tell...
Two years ago, I was staying in a room with two girls. Life was good but now it's go much better.
Anyway, I made a public announcement to them. It was something like this, "Please if you guys have any important thing to keep, never ever give it to me".
I knew myself very well.
Everyday we would dress up all pretty to go to school and one of them would lock the door.
It was never me.
On this particular day, we were all late for class, so we had to rush out.
I was the last person because I could not find anything to wear in my hundreds of clothes.
Seriously having to decide what to wear and what to eat has to be one of the biggest issues I have with being an adult.
One of the reason I'm terribly missing my mum at this moment
So there was no choice, I had to be the one to lock the door and I swear I locked it and put the key in my bag.
We went to school.
The good old days when I could stay in school and come back still looking pretty because the stress wasn't too much and I didn't have to do seven practicals in one day and I'm not exaggerating.
Anyway, we headed home. I was the one in front.
I got to the front of the door and then I checked my bag for the key. It wasn't there.
I threw everything out still searching but I couldn't find it.
One of my most memorable experience of, "Where is it?... I can't find it!!!!
Perhaps I had put it inside one of my friend's bag. Unconsciously I knew that couldn't have happened but I still needed to check.
I rushed back to the road because they always walked ever so slowly.
I explained the situation, obviously the key wasn't with them.
I didn't let them reach the house, three of us turned back and went back to school.
I retraced my steps, and as it turned out, I walked around alot.
It was getting late so we went back home with the hope of asking our neighbor to help us break the door.
The landlord was not going to be happy about it but we had no choice, all thanks to me.
I don't know how they didn't strangle me.
We got back to the house and the first thing I heard from Vera was, "Clau, isn't that the key on the door?"
I would have beaten myself up if I could.
All the trouble I went through could have been simply avoided if I had just taken one second to simply look at the door and I was blaming my wonderful left hand for making me lose the key.
I wasted time and energy looking for something that had been right in front of me.
We learnt an important lesson that day, "Never let Claudia lock the door again".
We don't live together anymore but I still double check, triple check and then quadruple check anytime I lock a door.
