Yes, so I don't need my pacifier anymore... actually, I should say that I really would like to have it, but it's not necessary anymore. So here's the story of how I got off the pacifier:
Sunday, April 13th 2008, at night, I was at grandma's house with my parents. We were all watching TV in the living room. As usual, I like to go up to the TV real close and get yelled at by my parents... This time, when my daddy told me to backup, I lost my balance and I fell face down on the wood floor...
My noses were bleeding, my teeth were full of blood cuz of the pacifier, and of course, I was crying a lot, cuz it really hurted me.
What's worse? well, my pacifier broke in 2 pieces... I saw it myself... yes, my pacifier broke... oh no, my pacifier broke!!!
So ever since, whenever I need my pacifier, my grandma or my mom would remind me that I broke my pacifier... I really miss my pacifier... strangely, I'm sure there are more pacifiers at home, but they all disappeared on me... I don't know why, but I have no choice, I have to "tough it out" and live without it... It's really hard, but it's getting much better now...
Although, I really miss my pacifier...
Learning to do push-ups... well...
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