Hi I'm Pearl from Australia. When I was a kid it was always my pretty mom and I. She owned a big farm, which I used to love until...

One day a splash of mud from the pig den hit my face and I went hysterical. I washed my face for so long that mom's workers got concerned.

"Pearl, do you want to scrap your face off just for a splash of mud!?"

"Oh dear, when did you become such a neatnik?"

Mom thought it wasn't a big deal until five years later when we went to a fancy restaurant to celebrate my 10th birthday. My eyes fell to the table when I saw a food smear.

"Eww! Don't keep my cake here!"

"Okay, let's find another table…"

"Nope! They're all icky!"

And just like that, I began to wipe every available surface. Mom and others couldn't stop me no matter how they tried, till I fainted from exhaustion. I was diagnosed with germophobia, an unhealthy fear of germs. Overtime, My condition worsened, and people viewed me strangely, but mom remained my one and only bestie. We still went to her farm together though I stuck to caring for the flowers. The sight and smell of them made me so happy and they fetched us money.

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