Dad, did you get hurt?
I already know what I want to be when I grow up:
I'll become a nurse to cure you
I'll take care of you, always
Dad, let me get you a band aid
blood is running from your finger
and I don't want you to be in pain
I'll take care of you, always
Dad, I fell and hurt myself
I should've have listened to you
Could you please help me?
I know you'll take care of me, always
Dad, now we're grown ups
why don't tell me when you're in pain?
I still want to help you
I'll take care of you always
Dad, this time it's no playtime
we can't put a band aid on this
I am sick
Please, take care of me, always
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