Quality

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I did not meet Quality in a coffee shop or formally, she always starred in my life. I remember Quality, almost from the day I was born; she was like a shadow of me anywhere, any time. She often sat at the back of my mind shooting her sayings out of me and sometimes wore another character, more real and stood beside me.
Her concrete image disguises like a tall brunette. She had piercing eyes, a detective nose and smooth brow with two questioning eyebrows.

Sometimes she walked next to me, staring severely, like a professor with a large notebook, looking in details all the time what is going wrong. Sometimes, she gave me helpful tips, how to react? How to improve? How to solve a mess? How to get rid of everything that is not right and faulty? Generally speaking, doing things correctly.

To her credit, I must say, she always made me strive for perfection and showed me the right vision. If for example, I did some tasks or helped at home, I always found her working in the same shift. Sometimes she corrected my homework, deleting words without any mercy. She inserted thoughts in my mind, like they were my own ideas to do things properly. She even corrected my language, for better expression and taught me how to ask the right questions, as a holy mission. Rarely, I was very glad to get her compliment: “Not so bad!” when I did so well.
At some point, I said: “enough, stop chasing me, I can’t go with you anymore, I am grown already, educated, I have a family even children... Okay?”
She said: “no problem, I will not bother you anymore!” and then she left. What a fun, she is really gone; I finally got a breath of relief!

I thought it would be easier without Quality , I will live at least freely and peacefully.
However, nothing happened right, from the start point everything was bad, from a lace up to a shoe, me, Annabel, I felt like in the Tower of Babel .

My shirt was too tight, the food was spoiled, I got an old book with missing pages. The figures were wrong and confused, my productivity decreased. Leonardo’s palette has faded, his Mona Lisa didn’t smile anymore, Pythagoras lost his case by his law and in the communicating vessels there was any flow .There was no cure to any disease, just a global epidemic across the seas. I was a wounded inside and a lot of blood flow outside. A red Sambation swept me, directly to the sea.

I cried, I got panicked, I called: Quality ! Please come back to me, now I understood, what must be done and should.., you must be back in my life. It's hard to be an orphan, without your protection; nothing is well done, you are really awesome, Quality, please come, I am like a baby without his Mom!
Suddenly I woke up, found myself in my bed,…I am gonna die, I laughed so much…
Now, as a summary to my story, I can say it without any guilty:
"It is all about Quality!"