Stitches
It was a hot summer day and my older brother had just gotten a new tee-ball set. He was so excited and wanted to go use it right away. We both went outside in the front yard. He didn’t like the baseball bat because it was plastic so he went in the garage and took a metal one.
When he came back he told me to move back. At first I said, “No.” Then he yelled at me to move, so I did. We both thought that I had moved far enough back…but we thought wrong! He swung the bat and it hit me right smack in the face under my right eye!
I was hysterical crying and there was a lot of blood! My babysitter carried me inside we couldn’t find my mom! We ran upstairs as my brother was crying too because he felt bad. Finally, we found my mom She was in the shower and my dad was out getting a hair cut! My mom called my dad and said he had to meet us at the doctorr
When we were at the doctor, the doctor said that we had to go to the hospital! “No!” my mom yelled I’m taking her to a plastic surgeon!
“Ok, Ok!” The doctor agreed with her. Probably because it was on my face and I was only three. Turned out I had to get 10 stitches right under my right eye.
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