The sun was shining, so I took Dad and Mum to a grassy spot on the edge of the sea. We lay under an umbrella and chatted. I felt happy and well in the fresh air and the sunshine.
(It was my first real hair cut!)
The chemo had started to make my hair fall out. It was going to be too awful for Mum and Dad to have to watch it slowly fall out, so they took me to Mark the Barber. Thanks, Mark.
I slept through the whole hair cut!
Now mum won't be sad that my hair was starting to fall out.