A plaster.
Previous Monday,
my dear girl came to class with a tissue paper as a plaster.
Things like this makes me upset.
I stock up my wallet with plasters.
This Monday, my dear girl came to class with cuts again.
I wrapped her finger up with a plaster.
She smiled very happily.
Things like this keeps me alive.
Sometimes work gets so overwhelming but my kids, they keep my going.
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