Maybe this is not the most emotional story or the funniest but I wanted to tell you about this moment that was painful for me at the time.
This is me at 6 years old, just waking up from surgery (easy, it was nothing serious) and receiving my favorite stuffed toy back then that my mom brought me to cheer me up.
But why the surgery?
When I was little I snored very loud (like an old man) so the solution was to have my tonsils removed (my mom had to make a great effort because we had no money to pay for it), besides I was not breathing well so they also had to remove my adenoids. The recovery was quite painful, I couldn't speak or eat well so my weight at that time was very low and I was very small, I spent many days in bed eating jelly and being a littlegirl, that was very boring to me but it was worth it because I stopped snoring although on the other hand, since that surgery I often catch a cold.
