He wrote the wrong line

I have to write the real one. Not the small one.

A man at the bell desk held my arm today. I was calling him a taxi. He held me there so I could not reach the phone. Sung-jun wrote it in my file as a service delay. Like I was the slow one.

I stood at the third floor mirror after. My sleeve was still rolled up. Mrs. Cho put a folded towel by me. She did not say a word. I did not need her to.

In my blue book I wrote the line. My old line was not the one they tested me on. New line. Do not let them rewrite what happened.

I texted late to the one I needed. I said I have one thing to say and I do not have the words yet. Aigoo. Too tired.

I am keeping a paper record now. My voice was not enough. I am carrying the page too.

I am so tired of being polite.