Tomato
Red

1.
Something you did right;
2.
A bad act; or
3.
An embarrassing event
Every individual has a story to narrate, and this is my story to tell.
This story of mine
is not worth remembering on my part because thinking about it makes me want to
cover myself in shame.This event
happened during summer, while I was on a vacation on my father’s side. As I
recall, I was still in Grade Six at that time. My cousin had a school event –
recognition day, specifically – and she offered me to come along. I accepted
the offer since I had nothing to do. The venue wasn’t that grand as I hoped it
would be. The place was boring as all I could see was only shades of grey –
monoblock chairs, concrete roads (the event was hosted in an open area), and
gravel. I was expecting something that would match the vibe like a grass field,
garlands, or banners. All I saw was an outdoor gym with its minimal
decorations.
My cousin assisted
me to sit on the front row and there was at least four rows behind me. The
event started with the usual. Opening speech, national anthem, speech,
intermission, and so on. Halfway during the event, I felt like I wanted to at
least eat (or have a breather). Fortunately, there’s a sari-sari store located
just across the street. To satisfy my hunger, I decided to go for it. As I was
walking midway to my destination, I instinctively touched the small of my back
and realized that my shirt was lifted up. But that’s not all! I felt the strap
of my T-back (“Curiosity killed the cat”) all the way to my waist which was
exposed to the visible eye! The realization dawned on me that I just flashed it
to the people who were facing my back. My assumption was I might have been
fidgeting frequently on my chair out of boredom but I don’t know how my
underwear went ‘that’ far.
With that said, I
bet you could imagine my walk of shame as I made my way back. This is one story
out of seven billion. How about you? What’s your story?