Okay so the cut isnt exactly
the happy thing i was referring to
or rather my favourite cup that fell
and shattered that gave me this cut
but its the story after this.
The picture really does no justice
to the pain i had to endure.
But the happy thing to this story
was that the boy carried me away
from the broken glasses
and started clearing up the bigger
pieces before vacuuming the rest
as i watch him from my bed.
After clearing up the broken pieces,
he went on to wash my wound
and plastered a band aid for me.
I swear he still makes my heart melt
and just never fails to make me smile
after so many years. :)
