I was born many years ago in the place far away from where I live now. I was the second child in my family after my older brother. When my mom told my dad that he got another son, he said something along the lines of "Apparently I wanted a girl". I am not sure if I've heard him saying that, probably not, but clearly I felt that my dad needed to be punished for some bad doing, so considering my options at the time, I got sick with a very nasty thing called pemphigus. I am not going to describe what it is here, but it was bad. I was suffering, and both of my parents were suffering with me because the sight of their little baby covered in bubbles was heartbreaking. There were not many medications available at that time and place to fight this disease, but my dad managed to obtain some magical ointment that was effective against this menace, and was covering my ugly babbles with it days and nights. During one of those sessions he said to me "Good people never have much luck". That was the turning moment when I realized that my dad is not that bad at all, and he clearly loves me. So, I got rid of that ugly and painful for everybody plague and turned my eyes to a bright and fascinating future.
To be continued…