A DAY LIKE NO OTHER

                                                                        “A DAY LIKE NO OTHER”

 

 

            It was a nice summer afternoon in mid- August. The tree leaves were green and the sun was beaming hot. You could here the horns of the cars nearby.  Kids were playing in the park, having the most joyous time of their lives. My brothers were riding their bikes all around the playground while my sister and I sat around eating our ice cream and listening to my mother’s conversation with her friends.

 

            After awhile my sister and I got tired of not doing anything so we decided to ask our mother if we could go to the park. She said yes, but only if our brothers would come across the street to take us over there. My brothers said they had no problem with that. They came and picked us up on the bikes. My oldest brother Christopher put my sister Jessica on his bike and rode her to the park. It was now my brothers Brandon turn to pick me up. There was only one problem; he was riding the bike with the flat tires. I guess he saw the worry in my eyes, so he gave me the look that everything was going to be alright and that I shouldn’t have any doubts. I trusted my brother and without hesitation I got on the bike.

 

            As we were riding down Howard street the bike begin to jerk and my brother could no longer obtain his balance. He tried to control the bike, but it continued to jerk and jerk. I suddenly felt the bike begin to lean over, so immediately jumped off. When I jumped off the bike, the bike tilted over to the side and the next thing I heard was the shattering of glass. My mother and I turned around and to a horrible surprise we found my brother and his bike covered with glass. Glass was everywhere. My brother had fallen through a glass window that belonged to a company nearby.

 

            My mother and I ran to my brother’s rescue and pulled him out the shattered glass. As we pulled him out we noticed that he had small cuts all over his face that slowly begin to bleed. My mother happened to look down at the ground where she saw blood dripping from some part of my brother’s body. She constantly turned him around trying to figure out where the blood was coming from. She continued to look and then realized that the blood was coming from his right arm. She lifted his arm and all you saw was his flesh and tissues. He was cut from his forearm almost to his wrist. The blood in his arm was bubbling like a boiled egg being cooked over high heat. That’s when things became hysterical.

 

            My mother started screaming, crying and going crazy. She started crying the words “my baby, my baby”. “Somebody call the ambulance my son is bleeding to death”. She ran into the street and begin bamming on car windows, begging that they immediately call for help. There was no way anyone was going to calm my mother down. The only thing I could is stand there because I was froze with fear. My mother said that everyone was taking too long to call for help, so she decided to take matters in her own hands. She looked at everyone trying to see who had on anything without dye on it and that happened to be me. M mother snatched my shirt off me and begin wrapping it around my brother’s arm. She was applying pressure so he wouldn’t continue hemorrhaging. About a minute later we heard the sirens of the paramedics. They pulled up and jumped out the ambulance. They rushed towards my brother and removed the shirt that my mother had wrapped around his arm. They replaced it with the proper gauze for open-wound cuts. They immediately rushed him to a nearby hospital. Not too long after that a nice lady gave me a shirt to put on my bare upper body.

 

            My sister, brother and I headed home with our faces down, hoping that our brother would be alright. I told them that I thought we were going to have to rush our mother to the hospital because she was traumatized. My brother said, “I guess that’s what you expect from a caring mother,” when her child is hurt usually she hurts too. I guess I understood. We continued to walk home. When we finally reached home our grandmother was sitting in her chair knitting a quilt. We didn’t want her too see the shirt full of blood, so my brother hid it behind his back. My grandmother noticed the worried looks on our faces so she asked us what was wrong. We told her nothing and continued to do what we were doing.

 

            About an hour later, my cousin Jr. Came by to visit us, He also noticed the worry looks our faces so asked what the matter was and we decided to tell him. Immediately he asked what hospital my brother was rushed to and we told him St. Francis. He told us to get our things and we did just that. We got on the bus and headed to the hospital. When we got there, we had to see him one at a time. When it was my turn it really hurt me to see my brother in so much pain. One thing I realized is that he didn’t cry when he first got hurt, but when he got to the hospital and they started operating on his arm. I can tell he was full of pain. He was later put to sleep and given eleven stitches and twelve staples.

 

             The next day he came home and I fed him and took good care of him. There was no way I was going to allow my brother to be hungry. I love my brother and there is almost nothing I wouldn’t do for him. I knew my brother was ill at the time and I was going to be sure to give him everything he needed. I also know he would of did the same thing for me. My brother is special to me and that’s the way it’s supposed to be.

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