It was vacation time, and we had left the city where I lived to go to a beautiful place somewhat far from the town.

Today was a sunny day, the birds were singing, and there wasn’t a single cloud in the sky. I took this as a sign to go outside and play in the backyard. The yard was quite large, with no fences or anything, so I could walk freely, and there were big trees all around.

I decided to climb one of the trees. I loved climbing trees and spending my afternoons on the branches, reading, playing, or just being silent and enjoying the view.

I tied my shoelaces tightly, adjusted my clothes, made a loose ponytail, and began to climb that tree... or rather, to try to climb it.

It was almost impossible for me; I kept slipping down again and again. My hands started to hurt along with my legs, I had tiny splinters in my fingers, my knees were almost raw, and my eyes were obviously teary from the pain and the frustration of not being able to climb.

I kept trying, but after a few minutes, I decided to give up once and for all. I kicked the tree out of annoyance and sat on the ground, leaning my back against the trunk and crossing my arms in frustration.

"WHY CAN'T I CLIMB IT?! IT'S NOT EVEN THAT BIG... or is it? OH GOD, I DON'T KNOW, I'M SO ANGRY AND SAD"

I told myself in my mind. I was so mad at myself for not being able to climb that tree. In truth, it was big and almost impossible to climb, but in my mind at that moment, I thought it wasn't and that I could do it.

After almost an hour of sitting there and one more attempt to climb it (which obviously failed), I decided to go back home. I was no longer angry; I was sad and almost in tears. I felt so frustrated and in pain. I just wanted someone to hug me at that moment.

I entered the house and noticed my dad was in the living room, sitting on a stool near the small kitchen bar, drinking something and wearing his sunglasses. Apparently, he had come home after doing something. I stayed for a few seconds watching him and then started walking to my room.

As I passed by him, my dad noticed me and saw my injuries, quickly catching my attention.

— Hey love! What happened? Why do you look like that?

Without saying anything, I started to cry, sobbing desperately and in pain. Maybe I was exaggerating, but at that moment, my emotions were all mixed up, and all I could do was cry and cry.

I could see my dad getting worried, and he quickly got up from the stool, knelt down to be almost at my height, and hugged me very lovingly and protectively. I rested my head on his shoulder and felt his hand gently on the back of my neck.

— Love, what happened? Please tell me, I'm worried.— Knoxville said with concern.

Through my tears, I told him:

— I was trying to climb a tree, I hurt myself a lot, and I couldn't climb it. I feel so bad.

My dad kept hugging me and telling me not to feel bad about it, that maybe I couldn't because the tree was big and things like that.

After a long time comforting me, he carefully lifted me in his arms and sat me on the kitchen bar. He went for a small first-aid kit from the bathroom and sat back down to start treating my wounds.

He gently rubbed a cotton ball with some alcohol on my scraped knees and hands. I let out a slight whimper of pain, and I heard my dad let out a small laugh. But I gave him a bad look, and he said, "Sorry."

He removed some splinters I had in my fingers and legs, and after a long while, he had finished treating all my wounds. He put some band-aids on my legs and hands to prevent the injuries from getting infected or anything.

— You're just as mischievous as I was when I was a kid; I always came home hurt or with a new serious injury.— Johnny said with a small smile while gently stroking his little daughter's hand.

— So, from those days, you already knew what you were going to do? A professional at doing silly things.— I exclaimed while looking at my dad.

I noticed him chuckle lightly, took off his glasses for a moment, and said:

— More than a professional, I'm a king of foolishness, and you are the princess of injuries.

I laughed a little upon hearing that and felt my dad place his hands on my cheeks and kiss my forehead.

— I love you, princess.