Grade 8
Period 7
Wish of A Kid
When I was ten years old, my sister had an car accident, and it led my life to a completely different track.After the accident, my sister stayed home and got some special treatments. Everyone surrounded her and did what she required. Execpt for the part that she had to use crutches, everything was perfect. Without any pain, to me, she lived like a princess, no, like an queen. Sometimes she complained about her leg. You have to wear some kind of white fluor when you have a broken bone, my sister did too. It made her leg heavier and hard to move. But did I care? No. My vision was all about her treatments. She did not have to do some small houseworks but instead, she could lay down and watch TV. With crutches, she could move everywear she want even the stair. And then, like what you think a ten years old kid would do, yes, I wished that I can be like her. I waited and waited, but it didn’t happened. Time passed, my sitser bone healed and I forgot my wish. I still enjoyed my life without any thuoght about it.
Another year came and I was eleven now. I was on my way returned to my house and I didn’t know what happened but I’m pretty sure that something sharp and hard contacted my toes, the middle and the fourth toes. It was not hurt at all. Even that, I couldn’t feel anything. Is it like magic? No one hurt except for me. And badly, I lost one of my flip-flop. One in a pair, so now, the other is lonely and the missing one, keep missing. My toes just started to bleed and lost all its sence. Then, its skin began to rip off a little bit and a little bit more. Blood spill everywhere on the street. I hated that feeling. It was not hurt at all but I can’t control my toes anymore and I can’t stand blood so it was probably a bad thing for me too keep staring at my bleeding toes. My driver just screamed out like a girl and really worried for me. He started to missunderstand places. He drived me to a place that do beauty surgery. In this sistuation, I really don’t want to laugh but I did but not out loud, in my nind. After a long period of suffering and panic because of him, finally, he drived me home. My sisters and maid continue to panic and screamed. They all asked question like: “What happen?”, “Oh my god, are you alright? Who did this?”, “Your leg is okay?”.There was something wrong and there is somthing in my eyes. My nose began to glow red and hot. And I cried. I cried like I’ve never been crying before and my toes were really hurt and my voice with their scream combined to be a tragic song. After five minutes, people noticed that I should go to the hospital right away. Thanks god, there is a hospital near my house. My uncle’s maid worked there as a guard so she asked the doctors to sew my toes. The emergency room has its special smell. Always the antibiotic smell with some stinking blood smell. People in the other rooms screamed and cried a lot. Through lots of process, They sewed my toes. I have never feel anything that hurt before. I screamed a lot and cried too. But things just happened so fast that I couldn’t even know what is happening. After the sewing process, they did the white flour things to me. It was kind of heavy like my sister described. After got out from the hospital, the thing I want the most is noodle. I really love it taste soup. That night at home, I called my parents because they were at another country as I remembered and told them what happend. My mother had a shock. And in that night, I remembered my childish wish. Gods were really wise to make my dream come true. I think I smiled at myself.
Weekend end, I started another boring Monday at school. People were suprise of my new accessory. It became a new patient style. Now, it was my turn to get special treatments and some special saying. Just the two toes but it had its special heal time. One month. I was in fifth grade during the accident.
The bones are healed but you can still see the scars of sewing on my toes. It even makes my toes look more funny because my feet are in shoes shape, not normal shape.
After what happened, I looked at myself and learned a golden lesson, take what you have. From that day, I think I grew up more and fith grade was a time when I discorverd human characteristic. In sixth grade, I started to be a little more profound. In seventh grade, I had a lot of real-life experience about it. Everytime I do something, I have learned my lesson.
