Troubles

As a kid, I had a bittersweet relationship with hospitals. Bitter as I had to take awful medicines and injections. I don't even want to go there as I still hate them. And the sweet part was after checkups dad would take me Ava for treats, to our fav cafe.

Those were some of the best days of my life. Then dad was not this uptight, he was more of a father than a businessman. He let us have the freedom of our dreams.

I still sometimes, think, that when things changed. But even if I get the answer to that nothing is going to change.

I recall, once I was suffering from some disease and the doctor said, I will need an injection.

I still remember how I imagined, that doctor, to be a monster red-eyed, growing in the skin, and with ugly horns, with a big injection in his hands.

He was my nightmare. That day was also special because that was the first time I did something out of my goody-good-girl character. I ran away.

Not far though, as my little self could only carry me to the park a