​Tripped over a pebble,
A bruise on my knee
Of wounds I knew little,
But the bruise was really bad, from what I could see.
Limping on the sidewalk,
Balancing on one foot,
I finally reached my house,
My hair and body filled with soot.

“Mommy!” I called out,
Falling on one knee.
My mom appeared in the threshold
With many clothes fold.

“Stay here, Lui!” she cried out
And went in back again,
Without sparing a glance as the pain I fought.

She came back again, with a small green container.
“A little bit of Boroline would...