Eggs and hiccups

Ever heard of an old saying, ‘when you get hiccups, you probably stole an egg!’? I’ve heard that a lot of times when i was growing up. Maybe that compelled me to try to steal an egg

When I was in grade school, I was always up early. At 5 AM I would find my way to that small bakery, which sells the most delicious hot pandesal in our place. Just outside that store near an old door stood a wooden box full of eggs…i tell you lots of eggs…really! Then instantly… like a thought balloon was above my head…. Tiiiiing! Aha! They always blame me of stealing eggs whenever i got hiccups. Why not steal now so the next time they would ask me.. i can answer with, "Yes, I stole one!" hehehe. So silly I know! But what can you expect from the mind of an eight year old? And so there goes my first experience of being a petty thief…. I stole an egg. I was so nervous. My heartbeat was on its fast tempo even when i reached home. But after a while, I felt OK. That morning…. had a sunny side up with my hot pandesal.

I stopped going to the bakery for the entire week for fear that the baker had seen me stealing their egss. But i miss eating pandesal. So a week after that, I went to the bakery and pretended as if nothing happened. The wooden box of egss were still in that same place. I didn’t know what came into my mind… but those egss were tempting me to steal again. So instead of stealing 1 egg, now I stole two! It was so easy and somehow it felt satisfying! In psychology they say when you have this strong need to have or to do something you must give in to it or you might just go crazy crying for that need to be fulfilled. So that’s what I did. Deep inside me was a need waiting to be satisfied. The need is to steal that egg and doing it is a relief and a full satisfaction! This time I’ve had scrambled eggs paired with my hot pandesal

I went on stealing eggs for the next 2 days as it was so easy to do and you can’t tell the satisfaction i get from it everytime i weren’t caught. On the 3rd day, the wooden box of eggs was not on its usual place anymore. I was so scared. I wanted to run and forget about buying hot pandesal. But the baker was already infront of me and asking me how many pandesal am I going to buy today. I was so ashamed that i only spoke a whisper and can’t look the baker straight on his eyes. Later in that afternoon I was called on by my step mom. She had this very serious look on her face that I almost guess wha’ts going to happen next. And I was right… as I knelt on a handful of rock salt laid on the floor with arms raised while holding those eggs…That was my punishment…. oh I forget to mention I had eggs for my entire meal that day.