My friends say if anyone wants to kidnap me, they need to just cover a black van with “free KFC” stickers. And it’s true. I love KFC. I’ve tried so many other similar foods like it, and none even come close.
The other time, I wrote about how I wasn’t really well during Christmas. So I said I was going to make sure to celebrate and do all that I missed out on. Unfortunately, I got sick again. On Monday, I went out, and it was so fun. I thought, "Oh, I was really doing all that I had planned to do." But then, right after coming home, everything just turned worse.
I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I couldn’t talk. So I called my doctor, and then she said this isn’t a hospital sickness so I should just take my medication and rest. I always say that it’s such a delight to meet an honest doctor, and I’m glad I have one. Because most of them will just lie to you and make sure you book an appointment only to return home with vitamin C tablets.
Anyway, I did exactly what she told me to do and the following day, I was way better. Better than I had been in a long time. I wasn’t just eating; I was eating well. It made me so happy because in the previous days, I was just eating bananas and watermelons. I couldn’t even eat any proper food.
Anyway, so when I got better, my mom said we had to perfect it. I was a little confused as to what it meant, but my mom said sometimes when your physical body is taking a longer time to heal, it means your soul is sad. I know, I know, I also don’t understand the theory behind it, but from my experience, it’s true.
So my mom suggested I get KFC, and I couldn’t agree more. The first bite was magical, and then I began to feel alive. I don’t know how this works, but sometimes whatever you are going through is just a sign that your soul is sad. And for me, the solution is KFC, which I am glad that I know.
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