Always before I went to bed, my father gave my sister and me a piece of pound cake and a glass of milk.
I always suffered pains in my legs.
My mother rubbed me with camphor oil all the time.
He always smelled of camphor.
As an adult I suffered from nasal polype.
The doctor forbade me milk and wheat; in any way
Oh! It was terrible.
But my biggest surprise was seeing my pain disappear.
That they were not only in my legs but in my whole body.
Now only a spound cake from time to time.