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I was running around in my Grandparents backyard, as most kids do, (Savannah was in the bathroom doing God knows what exactly), I quite enjoyed being outside on my own, (don't ask me why as I couldn't tell you), but I fell and cut my hand open, (because of course I did), which isn't that unusual for a kid to do here, (however it still gave my Dad a little shit attack when he saw it as there was quite a bit of blood here).
But instead of telling my Dad that my hand was bleeding quite badly, (because I was a stubborn little 7 year old that never wanted help from anyone), well I attempted to clean it up and put some band aids on it by myself, (which was not a good idea at all, as I had no first aid knowledge), (not that I'm first aid knowledgeable now, but I know that you need to clean it properly first), (which 7 year old me tried but failed to do).
But then I fell of a chair anyway in the kitchen and landed on the injured hand while trying to get the band aids for said hand here, (as my coordination was not the best in the first place if I'm being completely honest with you here), (what I'm trying to say is that I'm a total clutz).
"Ow!"
"Shit!- Lacey, Sweetheart are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm ok Daddy"
"What the hell happened to your hand?"
"Well I fell on it outside"
My Dad pinched the bridge of his nose like there was more to worry about, (to be fair to him there was a bit more to worry about), (also that did look painful but I wasn't going to say anything in case he knew that already), he then crouched down so that he was at least somewhat at my eye level, (I was quite short for a 7 year old).
"Ok, so what happened in the kitchen just now Darling?"
"Well I fell off the chair"
"The chair-"
"Yes Daddy"
"Why on earth were you on a chair in the first place Lacey?"
"I was trying to get some band aids for my hand Daddy"
Yeah 7 year old me did not think things through at all, nor did she know that gravity was a bitch and will strike at the most inconvenient times because she felt like it, (she learnt that lesson pretty fast though), (also my Dad then made sure that there was nothing that we could climb on in the kitchen at home), (plus our wasn't that big at home so that might have helped that too).
"Why didn't you tell me that happened then Baby?, eh?"
"Because I wanted to be a big girl and do it by myself Daddy"
"One day when everyone else sees a strong and beautiful young lady, I will still see the little girl who was scared of the dark"
"Daddy what does that mean?"
"(Chuckles), it means that no matter how old you are, I will always see you as you are now"
"Why's that?"
My Dad pulled me into a hug and kissed my forehead, at the time I was slightly confused but it felt too nice to question it, (plus Dad's hugs are legendary), (I get it now as he was very fucking worried about me, which I don't blame him for, as I did a lot of shit that would worry people).
"(Sighs), Well it's hard to explain but it's a thing that parents experience when their children grow up"
"I don't wanna grow up though"
"Oh Darling I know, I know, but it happens-"
"It sounds scary to be a grown up Daddy"
"It can be Lacey Lou, I'm not gonna lie to you, but you're always gonna be my Lacey Lou, ok?"
"Ok Daddy"
So Dad bandaged up my hand, (well after cleaning it properly first that is), and then he kissed it better as it fucking hurt like a bitch, (don't worry, 7 year old me didn't say that, just this whole ass adult Lacey said it instead), (also kids beliefs in magic kisses really makes things hurt less, ya know).
"There we go Darling, all better"
"Thank you Daddy"
"You're welcome Baby"
"Daddy"
"Yeah Baby"
"Can we have Mac and cheese for dinner please?"
"(Chuckles), Sure Darling, we'll surprise Grandma with dinner then"
"Yeah, she'll like that"
So anyways Dad and I made dinner, (well when I say that Dad and I made dinner, I mean that Dad made dinner while I stirred it for him, as that's all a 7 year old can do here, ya know), it took like a couple of hours to make, (or I had a shit concept of time, which could be the case here).