episode 4
A slap on my face was my punishment from the director of my primary school because I hit my classmate...
And because I was a violent girl so I need to learn some manners..
That's what the director told me back then...
She didn't listen to me when I was crying and saying that I hit her because she said that my smell is like my father's smell.... like a garbage...
That was my name at school... they forgot mine
They never noticed how good I am at science and math, and a few of them rarely talked to me maybe because they felt ashamed of doing that...
Or I would rather say they felt disgusted...
Anyway,I came back home that day, and hugged him, and then I smelled his beautiful scent and started crying...
I wished the whole world knew how pleasant it was...
My father was a street sweeper with the most beautiful and lovely smell, and he was more good looking with his gloves that he used for cleaning the street and sometimes the garden of my school...
he then came back at evening....and took a shower then he helped me to do my homework.... and after finishing he told me:
Good job! my future doctor.
we were like any family, we live in a humble home but we have never eat garbage like they taught....we cook, we laugh, we spend the night together like any family...
three boys and two girls, and I'm the eldest
One day my teacher asked me:
What do you want to be in the future?
She must want to collect some garbages
Everyone laughed but I got teary eyed,but my teacher hugged me and whispered in my ear:
It's okay dear, you don't have to be ashamed of your father's job..
my father was a building guard and he used to buy old clothes but we were always happy...
you have to be strong and prove to everyone that you'll be better than them.
Yes! I'm going to be strong
That's what I decided, I won't let anyone mocks me or breaks me. I told the same to my brothers...
and several years passed by...
Time flows like water....
and now everything changes and everyone says: here's the doctor, the doctor is coming, where's the doctor...
I felt happy....like I broke something that always tortures me
I grow up and so my brothers, our situation changed and my dad didn't need the job anymore...
But one day, with silence, he left.
but his smell remains in my nose, even his old gloves are in my desk...
I put them inside the first drawer, and I smell them whenever I miss dad or whenever I got tired of the dirtiness of this world.
it's been 21 since that slap on my face
I'm now listening to my patient who is suffering from a pain in her arm,it seems a muscle problem so I'm giving her the right treatment...
she thanks me and then says:
I heard a lot about you, you're a very skilled neurologist
you didn't know me from my smell,did you?
excuse me? I don't understand.
the character
it seems that your sense of smell are weak too, my dear director...
the character
...the daughter of the street sweeper...
My father's job was the reason that I became the neurologist today...
...and I'll never forget that.
the character
....and my smell is still the same as my father's.
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