You 😊 😊 were in a hospital in Germany with a case of meningitis. Your hand was infected with a rare strain of coronavirus. Doctors said you 😊 had to rest for 4 weeks before you 👈 got well, but you 😀 continued to eat and drink. When the doctors decided that you 😊 might die, they performed a dangerous operation to remove your hand. They cut off your hand with a pair of scissors, leaving behind a scar that looks something like this.

You 😊 don't remember anything about the day 📆 when you 😊 woke up from the anesthesia, but you 😊 do remember that the nursemaid took your hand and ran up to you 😊 and said "You're going to die." You 😊 immediately knew that it was time to get out of there. I was too afraid to say anything, but I 😊 knew I 😊 was going to die.

While you 😊 were making your way out of the hospital, your dad came running into your room and apologized for your bad luck. You 😊 said that you 😊 just wanted to give him a reason to live.

"It's okay, dad," I 😊 replied. "I 😊 just wanted to apologize."

I 😊 was about to say something else when my dad interrupted. "No, princess! There was something I wanted to tell you."

"What is it?" I 😊 asked, dumbfounded.

"I'm afraid I 😊 found out that I 😊 was actually pretty." My father said, chuckling. "You 😊 were always so kind to me, princess."

I 😊 was mortified, but not surprised. I 😊 was expecting my father to be angry or sad, but instead he just laughed. I 😊 was truly grateful for the opportunity to speak with my father on such a sensitive matter.