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My cousin and the Ferris Wheel
Wednesday, June 3, 2009(A Long Delayed Post)
I was supposedto post about this after I went back from my hometown but because my mind keeps on wandering to other things, I was not able to. Good thing I remembered it now though.
It happened when I went home last May 12 (or 13 or 14…can’t remember really) for the fiesta. I was so tired and lightheaded after almost five hours of travelling that I was already imagining myself sleeping like the dead in my bed. Unfortunately for me, my 8 year-old cousin was at home when I arrived. She asked me relentlessly if I wanted to go to the plaze and probably play there. I told her that I would bring her there but we will just ride the ferris wheel instead.
I did not tell her when I would be bringer her exactly but she was so excited that as early as 5pm (the perya opens at dusk and the ferris at arund 7pm) she was already dressed and prepared. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I am still nauseated and my head is about to burst. So I just compromised and brought her instead.
Everything went fine at first then after 20 minutes, I feel like vomiting and my head is throbbing. At first I did not mind it and pretended that everything is fine. My cousin was enjoying her self and she was laughing and shouting excitedly the whole time. I don’t have the heart to tell her that we have to get off the ferris wheel because the chicken that I ate for dinner is about to make a return journey.
After a few minutes (when I could no longer take it) I gently told her, “baba na tayo…” At first I thought she did not hear me so I waited for another few minutes and told her again. “Lheanne, baba na tayo. Masakit na ang ulo ko…” Again she just kept on laughing and shouting like she did not hear me at all.
The next time I told her, almost pleading, she just looked at me and started singing. She kept it on for another 15 minutes that I had to signal my Auntie that we had to get off immideately. I was already pale and weak but my cousin was still laughing and singing, almost clinging to the seat of the ferris wheel and doesn’t want to get off.
Imagine that! That child is like a little terrorist to me, torturing me at every possible chance. But I love her all the same.


