Pray for me later, ice cream now

I just dropped the vacuum cleaner on my foot and my big toe hurts so much, which reminds me of the time when I was around eleven visiting my cousin who is three years older. We were dancing around the living room and I stubbed my big toe which began bleeding. As I cried and held my foot close, she knelt by the bed and prayed for the devil to get out of me. This made it SO MUCH WORSE. Then my aunt came home and joined her. What ever happened to “can I get you some ice?” or “poor thing.”