My Broken Hand and Wrist

When I was little, I remember my childhood was not perfect, but I used to play soccer with my dad. Well, this is my little story

First, every afternoon I used to play with my sister and my dad. One afternoon ,I was playing soccer with my dad, and I remember I was running, and then I fell down and I put my hand out to catch myself, and then I broke my wrist. I was crying like crazy because it was hurting so much.

By the next day, my hand and wrist were swollen and it hurt, very bad. My dad didn't take me to the hospital. he called a man (his name was Angel) and he stroked my hand with anointment for about 1 hour and 30 minutes for three days

In the end , my hand was better. I was feeling good because my hand was better and that was the little story of my childhood. I miss those days when I used to love playing with my sister and my dad. ♥