My Broken Arm By: Sofia Chiarelli
“Mom,there’s a huge box out here for you” My brother screamed.” “ Okay I’ll be there in a second, don’t touch it please.” “ I won’t” when my brother was waiting I came around the corner. I walked down the stairs and went right next to the door and jumped up but I could not see anything. My brother hissed “ Sofia, It’s a box for mom or dad.” “ Oohh” I replied.
Finally after my brother told me what it was My mom came down the stairs. My brother and I were sitting on the bench in are foyer just sitting there waiting for our mom to open the big brown box. As my mom brings the box inside I reach out to grab it and my mom gently said “ Sofia,wait until I’m done opening the box.” “Okay.”
Ripppp! the tape came off the box ripping some of the box off. Finally eager to see what was inside my brother and I charged forward to see what was in the box. We both stuck our heads inside of the box. As we search the box we see nothing that was ours so we take our heads out of the box and My mom starts to take things out.
Once she is done getting the things out my brother and I both run for the box. We are both pulling at the same time and we are pulling as we move closer and closer to the top of the stairs. I got furious with my brother. My brother is older than me by two years and I was only four at the time which makes him six and much stronger than me. So I bet you could guess what happened next. Yep, If you guessed that my brother gave one last big pull and I ( Sofia) went flying down the stairs then you are absolutely correct.
I started to scream in pain as my brother (Santo) ran up stairs to get my mom. I was laying at the bottom of the stairs looking at my arm and tears rolling down my face and I was screaming out I want Nona, I want nona ( witch means Grandama in Italian. My mom came running down the stairs and she picked me up and said that we have to go to the hospital and I told her that I wanted her to call nona and have her come with us. So she did.Mom was running and carrying me and Santo was running on the side of us.We got in the car as fast as we could and buckled me up and rushed to the hospital.
Right as my mom pulled up the car to good Samaritan hospital. I see my Nona’s car and as we are running to the hospital doors we go inside. All I remember is my Mom handing me to the doctor and the doctor putting on the hospital bed and the doctor looking at my arm and then taking me to the X-ray room.
After my arm got X-Rayed my mom told me that I had to get a cast on my arm and that I got to pick the color of my cast. I picked purple the doctor put the cast on and he said I was ready to go home. So we left and now I know not to play with a box near any sort of stairs!!!
“Mom,there’s a huge box out here for you” My brother screamed.” “ Okay I’ll be there in a second, don’t touch it please.” “ I won’t” when my brother was waiting I came around the corner. I walked down the stairs and went right next to the door and jumped up but I could not see anything. My brother hissed “ Sofia, It’s a box for mom or dad.” “ Oohh” I replied.
Finally after my brother told me what it was My mom came down the stairs. My brother and I were sitting on the bench in are foyer just sitting there waiting for our mom to open the big brown box. As my mom brings the box inside I reach out to grab it and my mom gently said “ Sofia,wait until I’m done opening the box.” “Okay.”
Ripppp! the tape came off the box ripping some of the box off. Finally eager to see what was inside my brother and I charged forward to see what was in the box. We both stuck our heads inside of the box. As we search the box we see nothing that was ours so we take our heads out of the box and My mom starts to take things out.
Once she is done getting the things out my brother and I both run for the box. We are both pulling at the same time and we are pulling as we move closer and closer to the top of the stairs. I got furious with my brother. My brother is older than me by two years and I was only four at the time which makes him six and much stronger than me. So I bet you could guess what happened next. Yep, If you guessed that my brother gave one last big pull and I ( Sofia) went flying down the stairs then you are absolutely correct.
I started to scream in pain as my brother (Santo) ran up stairs to get my mom. I was laying at the bottom of the stairs looking at my arm and tears rolling down my face and I was screaming out I want Nona, I want nona ( witch means Grandama in Italian. My mom came running down the stairs and she picked me up and said that we have to go to the hospital and I told her that I wanted her to call nona and have her come with us. So she did.Mom was running and carrying me and Santo was running on the side of us.We got in the car as fast as we could and buckled me up and rushed to the hospital.
Right as my mom pulled up the car to good Samaritan hospital. I see my Nona’s car and as we are running to the hospital doors we go inside. All I remember is my Mom handing me to the doctor and the doctor putting on the hospital bed and the doctor looking at my arm and then taking me to the X-ray room.
After my arm got X-Rayed my mom told me that I had to get a cast on my arm and that I got to pick the color of my cast. I picked purple the doctor put the cast on and he said I was ready to go home. So we left and now I know not to play with a box near any sort of stairs!!!