I wonder if I should throw it out or not, since it has no perforations or rips. It’s probably Maria trying to tempt me, since she’s been trying to trip up my fasting since I began. Maybe it’s Lisa, who sometimes joins Maria in the teasing. I hope that the two of them will have to fast someday and then I can wave food in front of their faces, see how strong they are. I put the chocolate in my bookbag. Self-control, that’s what Ramadan is about. Of course eating is far from my mind with the surgery ahead of me. Pain, not pleasure, comes to mind when I think about my mouth. I probably won’t be able to eat chocolate for days since my mouth will be sore after surgery. In between bells, I sneak off to the bathroom to look at my teeth. I’m now obsessed. I open wide and see the opaque ovals of wisdom teeth trying to break through my gums. Gross. They’re really trying to burst through and become a part of my regular teeth, like weeds sprouting out of the ground.
What do You think about Bestest. Ramadan. Ever. (2011)?
