I march into our house heading straight towards the spare
bathroom like I am on top of the world. The view from the top,
of course, is glorious. Possibilities seem endless.
But, that day, I begin to
discover that when you think or feel like you are on top of the world, the only
way from there is down.
My descent from the blazing
light of the snow-capped Mt Everest is swift and decisive.
It comes on me unexpectedly,
attached to a long strip of pink-and-blue-and-pretty-flowers wallpaper gracing
the bathroom walls.
The wallpaper was already
peeling in a couple of places, but everything else looked fine on the outside.
What I didn’t know was
that this pretty wall of ours with its minor cosmetic imperfections was hiding some pretty big
secrets. And with my tiny little tug, with my innocent little pull those horrible
secrets were exposed, now for the whole world to see.
The sight made me sick to my
stomach.
For along with that seemingly harmless strip of wallpaper,
part of the bathroom wall behind it came down as well.
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