I still remember

I have not forgotten my trip to the doctor where the two men stabbed me with a needle. They took my blood. I wonder if I'll ever get it back. I still cry and get very sad and very angry when I think about it.

Today, Daddy had a bandage around his arm. It was the same place where I had my owie. I asked Daddy, "What happened?! You got an ouchie?" He told me that he also had blood taken out from him. "For running tests?" I asked. He said that the blood that got taken out is going to someone who doesn't have enough blood of their own. I gave him a hug and a kiss, patted his arm and said, "Oh, you'll feel better, Daddy."