A week before vacation, Đán slipped and landed face down on the slippery floor at a Pho joint. His lips bled and swollen.
At the airport last Wednesday, he ran into the window like a bird crashing into glass. He looked like he had half a lime in his forehead.
At the resort, I kept warning him and brother not to jump on the bed, and course they didn’t listen. On day four, he landed on the concrete floor with his forehead again. The impact also made his nose bled.
On a way home, we stopped by a Pho place (a different one), he decided to open a closet door and got his finger jammed in between. The result was that he slept in the car and all night long.