Satu has a gentle healing touch. I find just being around her comforting and I trust that she knows how to make things better. She always makes things better.
I do not have a gentle touch. I interact with my world at full speed, hands on the stove, face first into everything style. As a result, I often need a gentle healing touch.
Yesterday, while Satu was at work, I decided to use some hair remover on my face to make sure there were absolutely no stray whiskers to make me unkissable. Never mind that the tube said NOT FOR FACE on it. Never mind that it said whatever it said about time on it (I didn't bother to read the instructions.) I just put it on my chin and upper lip and ignored the burning sensation as it went to work.
I am happy to report that my face has no stray hairs on it. It is also bright red like a baboon's ass and the skin that is left is tight and shiny. The pain wasn't bad at first, but worsened after a couple of hours until it began to feel like I was wearing a fake beard that had caught on fire. As we lay down to sleep, Satu put her cool hands on my face and gently rubbed some soothing lotion into the skin. As the stinging was starting to ebb, she fetched a little bag of ice for me to hold against my mouth.
What a kind sweet girl she is to keep putting me back together.
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