KAPPA IV Memoir - Mr. Almanzar

I just sat in the laundry room while my mom put the clothes to wash, even though I didn’t want to be there .While the time past I made pastes and I grew border and impatient so I started whining and bothering my mother so we could leave.

‘’Alright, we’ll leave’’ my mother said. I hopped in the shopping cart, but my mother didn’t leave as soon as I wanted to, so I had a tantrum and jumped and rocked in the cart. “Watch what’s going to happen to you if you don’t stop’’ my mother said. I didn’t listen and kept going, until… I titled forward, the floor rushed toward me and----SMACK!

All I remember was crying, not from pain though. Numbness covered my face. My back ached from the weight of the cart that felt like a ton of bricks on my 40lb body. After a short while all the pain came like waves crashing on the shore .I started crying even harder screaming hysterically to my mom. “Why am I bleeding?” I asked desperately. My mother remained silent perhaps confused about how to react to the sight of blood dripping from my upper lip down my jaw. Fear overcame me. “Did I crack my whole head?” I wondered. Without any delay my mom rushed me to the hospital.

My mother ran with me upstairs, to get my coat .She was crying and rushing to help me. I kept asking her why I was bleeding but she never answered. After that petrifying moment, we rushed to the hospital. From there, I really didn’t know what was going to happen. So, that made me even more nervous to what was about to occur. The doctor told my mom I have to get stitches. My mother then told me what the doctor had told her. “What are stitches’’ I asked her. “It’s like sowing” she said

“Does it hurt?” I said curiously. She said, “No” it’s just feels like a little poke’’, she responded hesitating, perhaps not telling the whole truth, though I believed her. For the horrible and painful hour I had to be in a room, still awake with no amnesia, I was forced to endure the pain -containing stitches. I sat there lying on the bed with doctors surrounding me and with my mom holding my hand tightly.

After leaving the hospital I didn’t know how to eat properly without the pain occurring. Everyday I think about what I’ve could’ve done differently. I should’ve listened to my mom. I should have never rushed as much as I did. Now I know that things that take time come out better.

By: Jayleen