Heal Me

Memories

"I just wanna be by your side if these wings could fly"

Krystal~

I was 7 years old when I cut my leg with a piece of glass, just under my knee. I remember everything and how I felt nothing when I cut myself accidentally, I knelt down to get something from the floor and kept walking, but my mom saw my jeans ripped, with a straight line, and she insisted to look under it.

We were in a parade, organized by my school.

The wound was huge but the blood wasn't running out yet. She took me to the hospital I was scared and like any child I was expressing it by crying. My dad came to the hospital a few minutes later and he was with me, along with my mom while the doctors started suturing me. I felt little cramps thanks to the anesthesia.

It is kind of a trauma, because I remember exactly how it was.

Later that day when we came back to the house, my dad was complaining to my mom that she didn't took good care of me, that she took me out alone with her, and this happened, my mom argued back, saying that she told him to come with us, but he didn't want to, and maybe the whole incident wouldn't have occurred, if he would have come with us.

I remember that my dad left a couple of days later, because he used to work and live on another state. Just as my mom. They were already separated, but tried to visit me "as much as they could" at my grandma's house, my house.

I lived with my grandma since I was seven months old, my uncles and aunt helped her to take care of me.

My dad's siblings were and are significant roles in my life, but maybe, because the two younger ones were seventeen and eighteen years old, when my mom left me with my grandma, I don't see them as an uncle and aunt sometimes, just like brother and sister. My dad and other uncle were eight and nine years apart from them.

My uncle... Robert, the one who was one year older than my dad. He raised me.

One of the most vivid memories of my childhood, is that wound.

"Why?" You may ask.

I fell when I still had stitches, while playing in the backyard. When it was time to cut the stitches, the wound wasn't healed, well we saw that coming, we discover, after we came from the hospital, that the doctors didn't sutured it well, plus the fall incident .

My uncle, Robert, took care of me when I fell. When it was the time, he cut the stitches and even created a medical bridge on it to make it seal and was checking the progress on daily basis.

It's silly? How that touched my heart so much?

For me, that meant everything.

He stood by my side and took care of me, when the alleged "most important" people in my life, left me behind.

In that moment, when I was seven and he was taking care of me, I finally understood what he was doing this whole time, and what he will do in the future, and that was trying to heal my wounds.




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A/N: Hi Guys!

Personally, this is a very emotional chapter for me.

One Question: Is that boring the story that you don't leave comments? T_T

Please Comment, I would love to read your opinions.

So there will be a lot of these short chapters with the heroine memories, you will understand as the time passes.

Thank you for the support! and please Comment and vote but specially COMMENT. I feel lonely without comments.

Love You guys and Thank you for everything! I hope to update soon!

In loving memory of my Uncle, who passed away in june 2, four years ago. The best godfather, friend, father figure and support system anyone could have. I miss you everyday. I love you today and ALWAYS. R.I.P.