I couldn’t wait to get my ears pierced for the first time. Symptoms include: irritation or infection. I showed off my diamond studs with the utmost poise. My stick straight blonde hair was neatly tucked behind my ears to show my kindergarten class what I had and what they didn’t.
Eight years old, I’m holding hands with two other girls on a swing set with three swings. We start leaning back to plunge further into the air. Head to gravel. I go to the nurse and apply ice. My mom takes me to the doctor who tells me I’ve cracked my head open but will not need stitches. Thank goodness.
Age fifteen and I ask, “Dad, will I need to wear a jacket?” “You shouldn’t have to”. I step out on the deck anyway. Coming back in, I release my hold on the door before I have time to bring my right foot inside. The edge catches my ankle and digs a hole to the bone. Taken to the ER, I get two stitches and get to wear an ankle wrap. Out of gym for a couple days.
Fifteen and a half. My mom sits my older sister and me down, holding our hands and softly telling us, “Your father took his life”. Weightless, lifeless, helpless. Symptoms include: confusion, grief, pain, and sadness. Love from family and friends stitch up the holes that I feel in my heart. I keep my head held high.
Hi Kelli!
ReplyDeleteI really don´t know what to say. That is AMAZING. I am sorry, I know, I should make a comment that helps you. But there is nothing I could improve... =) really. You show very good, everything is connected and clear. Perfect!!!!
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kel I agree, this is really good. :) I think I saw one or two grammatical errors in the beginning, but besides that, you don't have much to change. Honestly. woo!!
ReplyDeletei really like this!
ReplyDeletethere were some grammatical errors like natalie said but other than that i think it is great!
i really like your last paragraph cause it ties everything together great.