There were a bunch of colorful pill containers, but I couldn't recognize a single one of them.I looked left, then right, but none of them seemed to be painkillers.Ms. Woodard noticed my scrunched-up face and quickly asked with a smile, "Penny, dear, why are you digging through the medicine storage box?"Looking up at her, I asked, "Ms. Woodard, which one is the painkiller?"At my words, Ms. Woodard instantly tensed up. She hurriedly scooped me up from the floor, feeling my forehead and palms in concern."What's wrong, dear? Are you feeling unwell?"I shook my head meekly. "I'm not sick, but my daughter's birthday is today. I need to send her some painkillers!"Thinking that I was talking about one of my dolls, Ms. Woodard gently corrected me. "Sweetheart, we eat cake on birthdays, not painkillers."Hearing that, I smacked my head in sudden realization. Right! I shouldn't just be giving my daughter painkillers for her birthday. I should give her a cake and some candy, too.Th
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