My toilet just overflowed...I am trying my best to keep the tears from overflowing as well.
It's been a long Monday and I was looking forward to curling up under my comforter and drifting into an endless, heavy slumber..my white porcelain toilet had other plans. It has been choosing to not do it's job the past few days and tonight I thought I had a surefire way to fix it....that surefire way failed. It began to fill up to full capacity and began seeping over the edges of the bowl. At first I just stared at it thinking, "This is not possible! My floor is not flooding!" It was in fact flooding. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a couple substantial bowls, but it was useless. I finally got it to stop and just stared at the 1/2 inch of water around the base of the bowl.
I know that this is nothing tragic and really it could be funny, but I have a history of overflowing bathrooms.
When I was 5 years old I spent the night at my older sister's apartment. We had a fabulous night of baking cookies, eating carrots and ranch (the package with the girl bunny with the big red lips on it), and watching Little Nemo (not finding Nemo). She was having trouble with her toilet and I was told countless times, "Do not to flush the toilet!" Well being 5 years old I was taught to flush the toilet when I'm done, put down the lid and wash my hands...every 5 year old knows these steps. So as any 5 year old would, I flushed the toilet. After washing my hands I stepped off the stool and into a puddle of toilet water. I lifted the lid and to my horrified little eyes the water just kept on coming out. I paniced and grabbed all of the towels in the bathroom and placed them around the toilet...did I mention she had just bought new towels. I tried to make it stop, but I couldn't lift the tank lid. My sister called from the other room, "Kiki, is everything alright in there?" "....yes." lie. My first lie and it was to the person who meant the most to me in the world. I began crying. I fell to the toilet water floor with the sopping towels all around me and cried. The door slowly opened and I saw the disappointed look on my sisters face. I ran into the other room to cry, leaving her with the mess. About a month after that she was killed. I never got to apologize to her for lying. I never got to tell her that I didn't mean to flush the toilet or that I didn't mean to use her new towels.
So when my toilet began flooding my bathroom tonight I was flooded with memories of being that 5 year old little girl who ruined her sister's bathroom and tried to lie about it. I know it's something silly and she would not want me to even think about such a stupid lie, but it's always been the something that I wished I could apologize for.
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