During the winter of 2007, my parents went on vacation to Cambodian. My sisters and I were left in charge of the house, car, and our baby sister. Taking care of the house and the car wasn't that big of an ordeal, since we rotated tasks. My baby sister on the other hand, did the craziest things instead of saying them.
On New Year's Day, instead of sticking her finger up her nose she decided to stick two beads up there. I am certain that she tried her best to remove the beads before coming to me in a frantic state. Screaming at the top of her lungs with tears streaming down her face, my heart dropped. When she pointed to her nose, I noticed two lumps. I asked her what she did and she showed me the beads in her hand. I wanted to laugh but knowing that it would upset her more, I had to hold it in.
I knew sticking another object up her nose to remove the beads wouldn't be a good thing since there was a high chance the beads would be pushed further into her nose. I placed my finger next to the beads and started to massage it down. With her cheeks still soaking in tears, I asked her if she could blow her nose. I figured she would've just blown her nose right there and then but she ran to grab a tissue; I had to laugh. Her first attempt was a complete failure. She became extremely anxious.
I tried to comfort her by telling her that the beads were coming down and that she just had to blow a little harder the second time. When she was ready to try again, I told her to relax and just think of the beads as really big boogers. When the beads flew out of her nostrils, I smiled and laughed in my head. I could see the relief in her face and I, personally, was overcome with a great feeling of accomplishment. After the incident, she returned to her movie and I laughed until I cried.
