She is my Angel.

A few days ago, I had a serious migraine. So, I asked my husband to massage in order to ease the pain. Then, my daughter pushed away her daddy and massage for me. After that, she rubbed both her hands and pressed her hands on my forehead. I began to laugh as I do understand her meaning. I have been doing so when she had stomache. I will put some ointment on my hands, rubbed and pressed on her stomache.

Then, I asked her "Why you didn't put some ointment on your hands?" She did it as I told her (she pretended to open a bottle and pour some ointment on her hands). Again, I laughed. I'm glad that she does know how to take care of me. She is my Angel.