My Favorite Mistake
My Favorite Mistake
My mouth started to water as soon as I stepped into the restaurant. The delicious aroma of food filled the room. The sizzle of fried noodles, the mouth-watering scent of spicy chicken and vegetables, even the sight of the platters of food made my stomach grumble. My family and I quickly stepped in line to order. Luckily, we didn’t have to wait for long.
“I would like a one main and four slides,” I told the waiter.
“Are you sure you can eat it all?” my mom asked my with an unbelieving face. I had ordered the maximum possible combination.
“Sure I’m sure,” I replied. I was hungry–very hungry.
“Well okay then,” my mom said, still with a doubting face. I selected my order, steamed rice, golden shrimp, steak with green beans, sweet and sour orange chicken, and stir-fried noodles. I sat down on the leathery, comfortable seat; my stomach rumbling with anticipation of what it thought was going to be a good, full meal. Unfortunately for me, things were not going to happen that way at all.
I took a piece of sweet and sour orange chicken and popped it into my mouth. Orange sauce flooded into my mouth. I closed my eyes and let the taste overwhelm me. Soon the food was flying into my mouth. The delectable tender steak was juicy and flavorful–the flavor burst into my mouth, dancing on my taste buds. The golden shrimp was perfect, spiced up by a variety of herbs. I devour the meal, savoring every bite.
Soon, I was starting to get a bit full. But I had said that I was going to finish the whole plate and I didn’t want to disappoint my mom. So I kept on eating. The food now didn’t taste as good as it had started and didn’t seem so delicious as before. I scooped the last bite out of my plate and dumped it into my mouth. I chewed slowly and swallowed. “Ooo,” I groaned to myself. I had done it. I finished eating. It didn’t feel that bad; it actually felt kind of good. Waiter came and took away my plate and asked me if it was good. “Yes,” I replied and I meant it.
After dinner we went shopping, and I started to regret eating so much. Pain slowly started to creep outward from my stomach. After my family and I picked up some fruits–my stomach felt like it would explode! It was as if someone was pinching, squeezing, and twisting my stomach. My stomache was bursting, almost literally. The excruciating pain was overwhelming. I had over-eaten, no, over-over-eaten. I endured the pain for a long time. I just wanted to go home and lay down, but my mom had so much to buy. It may have just been a few minutes, but it felt like eternity. Soon–no, not soon–a long time later, the pain slowly started to fade away. “Ooo,” I sighed again with relief. The pain was gone, but I had learned my lesson.
Ever since, I never again wanted to over-eat. I learned my lesson. Even though how much you need something, food, for example, it is never good to get too much of it. It was a mistake, but I am glad that I made it. This is my favorite mistake.