Later, I had to have a tonsillectomy. My dad was there in the hospital for that, too. I remember being given ice cream—which obviously no child would be upset about—but it was painful to eat anything, so I made some kind of face every time I had to swallow. My dad was sitting next to my hospital bed, just waiting for me to swallow, and then he would start laughing. He thought that face was so funny.
