It was Wednesday afternoon, we just got home from work and school, my daughter put a couple of Minnie Mouse stickers on my arms. I got her sippy cup and asked her to drink. As she was drinking, she saw the wounds on my right arm. She held my arm and said “kiss”. I lifted my arm closer to her cute little lips and she kissed my wounds, just like what I always do when she gets hurt. I said “Thank you!”; she replied “Abu!” (I love you!). – It was Monday, I felt movement in the bed, I felt a tiny…