Today's FB post

In my X years of existence, I have never scraped my knee - until now. The abrasion's covering almost 50% of my entire left knee. I can't walk properly. I have to be assisted most of the time. Standing and sitting are both feats. It's clumsiness, irrationality and plain stupidity how in the world I got this injury. One thing I realized, though, is that 5 or 35, mother's reactions will always be the same. Protective. Nurturing. Caring.

Mom just charged the whole thing to a silly experience. But she dressed my wounds nonetheless - while I was screaming my head off on my pillow.

Thank God for a great Mom. Thanks for dressing my wounds through these years - metaphorical or otherwise.