The Spaces Between Your Fingers

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A terrible memory about my hand.

This is not a happy story. When I was one year old, my parents were out and my grandma took care of me. At that point, we boiled water then poured cool water into a pot to prepare the bath. I was young and I was put on a chair nearby the pot which had the hot water in only. My grandma left. I had no idea what I was thinking. A few minutes later, I fell into the pot and boiled. I was crying and my grandma found me immediately. However, my grandma was panic, and she tore my cloth off in order to check if I was okay. My skin went off with the cloth. My right hand was disfigured, and it looked terrible. Now, my hand still looks pretty bad, but I'm ok with it. I mean like, I surrvived. What could be better than that?

Accident.

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