The Dreaded Pink Medicine

When I was a little girl, I was accident-prone. I guess that’s proof of just how mischievous I was. Whenever I go, I would accidentally fall, bump and hit something or trip causing me to have wounds on different parts of my body. The scariest part of all is when my mother would start her remedy by washing my wound and then would bring out that dreaded “pink medicine,” and start cleaning. I would then shout my lungs out and cry! Hehehe.