It's the Small Things That Matters

                                            It's the Small Things That Matters

I always thought that I have nothing special. But after talking with my friend at Korea, I changed my mind. I don’t remember the exact date but I remember that I called her at midnight. Her voice tone was very low and also very husky. I actually didn’t matter if she was sleeping or not because I knew that she won’t matter. She asked me if I was fine in Panama. I said “I think I am”. She was worried about my answer and kept asking me various question like: “Is the food okay there?” all these pointless questions. She kept convincing me to tell her so she can help me.

 

I asked her, “Do you think I am good at something?” She started to think that made me think, “Oh, I really don’t?” But soon she said all the small things like nail art, designing, and being a part of ‘Sharing love together(sarangbat)’ that I thought it actually doesn’t matter. She continued, “You might think that they are really small and no one would actually care but it isn’t.” After she continued her very long speech about the ‘small things’, to tell the truth I actually didn’t pay attention to what she was saying because her voice was much more worse than just husky it was little hard to listen what she was saying and also my phone got really hot which made my ears hurt so I moved my phone from my left eat to my right ear so I wasn’t able to listen to her words.

 

I tried to sleep but my eyes wouldn’t close. “You might think that they are really small and no one would actually care but it isn’t.” At that moment, in my head, I heard my friend’s husky voice saying that. I tried to think positive that small things are sometimes important. I had difficulties concentrating to think positive but I eyes were slowly closing and I don’t remember from then.

 

Few weeks later, in my English class, Mrs. Meadows gave us an assignment to write a six word memoir that shows who I am. I was stuck with the six word memoir so I asked Prashansa to give me some examples. She answered “Likes, drawing, nail art, designing and what else do you like?” “But those are like tiny little things” I said. Suddenly, Sammy who was sitting next to me said “It’s the small things that matters.” “Oh! That’s six words! It’s the small things that matters!” Prashansa said it with excitement. I was surprised at Sammy for saying that without thinking and more surprised at Prashansa at catching that. And I thought again, maybe really small things matters. If I don’t do nail art my friends will be unhappy, if I don’t design clothes for my dream, I certainly would feel terrible and who knows? Maybe in the future someone would be wearing a cloth that I designed! And for the last if I’m not a part of the ‘Sharing love together’ one child should have suffered from hunger.