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Dad, pointing at my infected and bleeding finger (hangnails be damned!), "Such a small wound, you also can't take care of it properly. Get me the bandaid!"

I go get the bandaids from the first aid kit and pass it to my dad.

After cleaning my wound, he opens up the bandaid and proceeds to help me dress my wound. Wrongly.

"Eh. Wrong ah. Your cut is so high?"

He then RIPS the sticky part of the bandaid off my WOUND, and then sticks it on again.

"Nevermind la. Tomorrow change again."