I thought it was really courageous of me to clean my body without anyone’s help, I did it all by myself and that too standing on one leg, I couldn’t even think of resting my leg on the ground because of the pain I felt. When I came out of the bathroom dressed in some shorts and a tank top, I saw dad standing against the window, not wanting to scare him I cleared my throat softly to catch his attention.
He turned around to look at me and smiled, he pointed at the bed, as I sat down he took the spray from the nightstand and sprayed it on my ankle, it hurt like hell but after some moments it kind of settled and a cool effect spread through my ankle. Dad sat with me for a while on the bed, he asked me if I wanted to eat or I was feeling okay, I assured him that I was okay and that he should
