A Cup of Tea

I was wondering how I could take so toughtlessness way so tough this morning. And it didn’t relate to what I was fearing last night. My motorcycle suffering of the accident. I was so sad and confused. Even my leg’s hurt and my fingers are injured. I needed some help too. But it didn’t really matter. Everything seemed so fearless but one-my motorcycle. My best friend ever this time.

My mom gave me this motorcycle and I thanked for that. She trusts me to take care of it. But look! I’ve made it hurt and injured. I felt guilty. Not even nobody can heal or recover my feeling deep-inside. Cuz I thought, the motorcycle is my mom’s trust and I’d broke it. Though some said, it’s not my fault at all. By the mud pouring on street during the rain. Making the street itself more and more sliperry when wet. Beside, I’m not the only and the one guy fell a short.

I was home and so dazed and confused. I was afraid. But thank God. You’d sent me warning. And you’d sent me the medicine of all. A Cup of tea. No other healings but tea. Having breakfast of a cup of tea. I washed the wounds and tried to be more relax. By the time, I decide to have some money and bring my motorcycle to the reparation-garage. May God bring it helath again.