PICKING UP THE BROKEN PIECES!

Exploring new adventures could be the most fun part of growing up. Trying new recipes in the kitchen or experimenting reagents in the lab could be fun for the people who love it. At the peak of events, one easily forgets the entire rule that applies as expectations for the end product run high; be it a mug of smoothies or simple titration, with just a little twist of events, the entire moment becomes sour. That moment when the beaker or lid made of glass breaks on the floor, then the infamous rule echoes in the mind “breakages and leakages are payable”, and if you find yourself in the kitchen, prepare for mum’s never ending scolding. This is where one blames any other person within the immediate environment but when left alone, bowing to look at the broken pieces on the ground doesn’t come easy. 

Then comes the more important part, how do you pick up the broken pieces? If only you could turn back the hands of time and re-write the lines, I know you would, but what will be your way forward? Pretend it never happened? Or just move on? A quick reminder before you decide; to pick up the broken pieces, you may want to wear gloves; that’s caution. You also need courage to go on the floor, optimism to fish out every broken piece, resilience for protection against injury, just in case it happens you need immunity to stand and overcome the pain while at it. Perhaps finding the rubbish collector and a brush will ease the process. Those are the real people in life you seek counsel and comfort in picking up the broken pieces. Either way, the experience is bound not to be an easy one. The end result: a different meaning to life in a whole new world.

That is the story of Regina, a teenage mother at age 15 on PICKING UP THE BROKEN PIECES.