A REASON TO LIVE ON: Confessions of a Former Nookie-Sucker

When I was two, I loved my nookie. I wouldn't go anywhere without it. It gave me a sense of purpose and my life a special meaning when I had that nookie in my mouth. Life was as good as it could be. But not for long. I had no idea that those happy times were soon to come to an end.

Monday morning, the 31st of November. I had just woken up, ready to take on whatever life was to throw at me that day. Waking up, I called for someone to come and take me out of my crib. Back then I used the form of communication called- "Waaah".... It worked well.

That particular morning, it was my sister Jean who came into my room to get me up. She was generally a kind-hearted girl, but that morning she did something cruel and unkind.

On picking me up, she said what most sisters say to their little brother who just woke up from a nap.

"Oh Eddy, you're soooo cute!"

(Don't get me wrong. That was not the cruel and unkind something).
She kissed me on the cheek. She kissed me on the cheek. And she kissed me on the cheek again. I never understood it, but everyone I met seemed to have this thing about kissing my cheeks.

To return to the story...

Jean picked me up. She started carrying me toward the door.

And then it hit me. My mouth had nothing in it. (Save the usuals: teeth, tongue, throat, and saliva).

My nookie was not in it!

I cried desperately. I desperately cried. Desperately I cried. Cried I desperately. Cried desperately I. (You get the picture).

I looked around for my nookie, but it was nowhere in sight. It was gone! They had taken it away from me.

My dear mother explained to me that my nookie was gone. Never to return. I was sad. Sad was I. (Never mind).

And to this day, I still understand not why they took my nook from me.

The End.


(For your information, the story above is not strictly true in every aspect. It was however, based on true events, for I was in truth a Nookie-addict when I was a very small child, and I am no longer sucking on one, so I assume they took it away from me at some point. Jean is real, but that is not her actual name. So yeah... Look for more autobiographical works from me in the future.)

I'm Eddy Blakeston.