I always thought that the fall I had that caused the stitches on my forehead was due to my brother. Turn out that I was so wrong. And perhaps it makes more sense about what the master said.
Apparently when I was around 2 or 3 years old, my dad was carrying me to play around the tomb area behind our old place. Dunno why but I fell and hit my forehead on the tomb. I was bleeding and crying non-stop so my parents quickly sent me to the hospital.
I was a little spooked when I heard about it. And I was thinking perhaps that's why the spirit saved me.
Now I'm just curious to find out how things are when we go back to the master after returning from sydney.
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