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 A Bloody Bath An Assisted Personal Narrative Written by Reem © October 2011 It was a Saturday night, nine o’clock and I was playing with my Barbies and a pencil case in the tub while my nanny was making me dinner. My mom usually lets me play in the bath. The water was warm and cozy, there was no foam though. My mom was cleaning her feet, she was sitting on the corner of the bath tub. While I was playing I asked my mom if she could take out a plastic piece from my pencil case. The plastic piece was in my metal pencil case stuck in the top right corner in the corner. She said yes, but she said that she had to get dressed first. However, when I was 8, I was not very patient so I decided to take it out myself. I wanted to take out the plastic piece to use as a bus drivers seat so my Barbies could go to school. I took the glass piece out with my thumb then my thumb hit the edge of the place where the plastic piece was stuck in. Two seconds later I found myself sitting in a dark red colored bath. I looked at my thumb and it had a long deep wide cut carved in to it, it was so much agony! I decided to call my mom. I screamed “MOM”, she dropped her sweater and came running; she was just in the dressing room barely two meters away. When my mom came, the cut in my thumb was creating a bloody river. My mom, without even thinking, not even rinsing me, took me out of the bath. My towel was pink and had a Barbie on it. She wrapped my thumb in a tissue which had to be changed every minute to stop the bleeding. My nanny helped me get dressed. Then we rushed off to the hospital. I had to get stiches. From how scared I was praying in my head. My tears had now formed a river. My dad kept calling and getting mad at my mom because they had to go to the dinner, and my mom was about to burst out crying but didn’t and I didn’t want her to worry. My nanny even wanted to come because of how scared she was but my mom didn’t let her. After about an hour I ate dinner watched TV and played. My mom and dad came back five minutes later from when they left because the dinner was cancelled. After four weeks or more the stiches came loose and it took a week for the scars to heal. Then I learned to be patient and wait for my parents and not do actions from my head.
Article posted October 26, 2011 at 07:11 AM • comment • Reads 655 • see all articles |
About the Blogger My favourite book series is Seekers its about three bears ,Kallik,Lusa,Toklo, get lost and somehow meet each other. I love bear cubs, panda bears, brown bears, black bears, grizzly bears. |
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