Your father, Nikolai, sighed as he pulled the glove off his left hand. Soon after that small action, a callous hand was placed upon your forehead. Nikolai giggled a little, realising what he had done wrong.

“Sorry, little dove! How am I going to get an accurate reading if I’ve placed my hand the wrong way!”

Nikolai tries to make a light joke as he cares for his sick child. He removes his hand before you feel the back of his hand against your forehead instead.