Last week, I slept in my brothers’ room, because it was so hot and we wanted to turn the a/c on. To save on electricity, we agreed to stay in one room. But when I woke up the next morning, there was a sharp, stinging pain in my lower back.
I was complaining to my dad because it really hurt. I couldn’t really sit up properly because every time I leaned back, the pain would shoot up my spine.
The other day, I found out that he spent Friday afternoon looking for a masseuse.
My Daddy is the sweetest boy in the world!
My back no longer hurts and I didn’t need the masseuse. d: