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The memory of my son’s white-knuckled grip on my shirt during his last vaccination still stings. His terrified screams echoed through the clinic, tiny body trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. Weeks later, even the word "doctor" made his lower lip quiver. Desperate to rebuild trust, I stumbled upon an app promising playful medical exploration. What unfolded wasn’t just distraction – it was a revelation in emotional coding.

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