If only I could I would start a lip balm collection I used to have this crazy obsessions with lip balm ever since I was a kid . every Saturday my parents would go for grocery shopping and I would beg and cry so they take me along with them. my parents never wanted to because I would force them to buy me a new lip balm . every Saturday follows the same story . me getting a new lip bam , my father getting mad and not talking the entire car ride home and my mother whispering in my ears, tell your father that this will be the last lip balm you will buy and you will keep it properly. I narrated exactly what my mother would tell me to lighten my mood .
I think he was just mad because I had way too many lip balms all different flavors, colors and I would apply it on my mother’s baby pink and brown walls, my half naked barbies all colored in red and pink , smelling like cherry and strawberry. just applying on the walls and my blonde and brunettes barbies were not enough I would apply it all over my face, my nails and my mother and father and my brother’s lips. whenever we have guest at home , I would also ask them if I can apply it on their lips .
they never said no but I could see my parents were annoyed from their looks. they called e disobedient for doing this and i used to hate it but now as I look back I get why they said what they said .
lip balm stories can go on and on if I force myself to remember every little memory . another one was I went to a really strict convent school run by the scariest nun and up to now even when I see one they still scare me . there was this girl in my class who would steal people’s belongings. the whole class knew and suspected her but never really caught her red handed . one day my class wanted to prove that she was a thief . her seatmate purposely left her nivea cherry lip balm under her desk and after lunch break it went missing .
her seatmate told the entire class , sat her down , checked her bag , her skirt and blazer pockets . on the left side of her blazer pocket , they found the lip balm .
when she was caught she started crying but none of my classmates cared and just left her alone . the story continued and although we are in college some of my classmates and friends they still talk about it . sucks to be her because people remember her as a thief but once a mistake is made in an all girls catholic school , people will always remember it always and it lives on even if its just a lip balm .