Circumsicion

One day last month, my parents woke up bright and early to bring me out. It's not surprising because my parents seem to love to bring me out very early in the morning, especially my daddy. I was looking forward to window shop in some spanking new shopping malls, hoping my parents will buy me new clothes and toys. However, this day proved to be very different.

We took the MRT and alighted at Kembangan station instead. I was thinking to myself, "Where's the shopping mall? I don't see any! Where are they taking me to?!?!". We then entered this small pink-coloured building and stepped into a clinic. Hmm, I've never been here before. Why did'nt my daddy and mummy bring me to KKH or Tampines Polyclinic as usual? When I looked around, I realised this was the most beautiful clinic I've every been to! It felt like you are in someone else's house! Before I know the reason why we were there, I fell hungry and eventually, slept after having my fill.

Zzzzzz...wait! Why are they removing my pants? A change of diapers perhaps? Hey! What is the doctor doing with the syringe? NooOooOOo!!! I cried my lungs out so bad, my mum could'nt even bear to see what was happening to me inside. Luckily, I had my daddy for emotional support throughout the whole ordeal. The doctor then held a pair of scissors. Oh no! What is he going to do next! Fortunately, I somehow do not feel anything when he start snipping away with his scissors.

We didn't go anywhere after that, nor 7 days later. Apparently, I needed to undergo a healing process for the next 7 days. What I had went through is called a circumsicion, and it is compulsory for Muslim boys. Fortunately, I didn't feel any pain after that except for the time after I went home. Luckily, there's panadol on standby.

Boy, am I glad it was over and done with it!