Target language: Engels
THE PAIN IN MY EAR
I was five years old. My hair was growing very fast. It was a Sunday. The barber shops were closed. My father said he could cut hair well. Then he started cutting my hair. First, he cut the back of my head. While he was cutting the edges of my hair, I felt a great pain in my ear. Some warm blood had just started to run. My father was terrified. I was crying. My mother arrived in astonishment. My father had unintentionally cut my ear. They managed to make me stop crying with great difficulty. My parents were really upset.