The Black Bag…A Lesson For All
“Vali do not mess around or stick your hand in my black toiletry travel bag.” My dad said.
Of course everybody does what they are told “not” supposed to do especially little kids like I was
when I learned my painful lesson.
I wanted to stick my hand in his black bag… And so I did. I stuck my hand in the black toiletry
travel bag quickly after my dad had left the bathroom when I was brushing my teeth that night.
When I reached in… that is when it happened. The black toiletry travel bag fell to the ground as I
started screaming, because I saw blood dripping down my thumb. As my dad rushed in worried
and saw the black toiletry travel bag on the floor. I told him what I did he was not mad at me, but
just a little disappointed since I did not follow his instruction to “do not stick your hand or mess
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It was truly painful. That is
how I learned my lesson right away. After not listening to what my father had said about the
black bag. I was curious to find out why he had told me not to stick my hand in the black toiletry
travel bag. Well I found out soon enough when my dad’s shaving razor cut a chunk of my skin
off of my thumb. It hurt so badly.
That night was the worst night ever I did not sleep any. The aching pain was unbearable. We did
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Instead we poured peroxide on the cut. It
burned so bad. I could not even stand the pain. We put some Neosporin on it than a Band-Aid.
This is one memory from when I was like 4 that I will never forget the pain that had come
Every time I look at my finger I will always remember that day.
You get the picture. Personally, I think that the candy made up for all of the pain. It was three days before I was released from the hospital. Suddenly, I flashed back to
MAYO AND KETCHUP “EW DISGUSTING IT SMELLED LIKE A DUMPSTER IN THERE”! I said as I ran out of the white house nauseously. I shouldn’t have dared my brother to drink mayo and ketchup. I ran back inside as I felt blue with illness. I heard vomiting noise from the bathroom “UCK PLUCK”!
Isaac Perez Mrs. Arretche English IV Per. 1 August 21, 2015 Laughter My name is Isaac Perez. The name, Isaac, comes from the Bible and means “one who makes me laugh”. My name suits me perfectly because that is exactly who I am.
Sat in my room looking at the wall waiting for my best friend Lue to come over, all of a sudden I hear a knock on the old rusty wooden door. I race out of my room, down the wooden squeaky stairs. I open up the door and hug my best friend Lue. My dog Charlie races to the door and rans around Lue. He is happy to see Lue.
When my mom saw me, she began to scream hysterically; and my dad quickly started the car in effort to bring me to the hospital as soon as
My arm felt like it was going to fall off ! I didnt know what happned to my arm ,It just hurt like crazy!
Lastly, when i was done with the surgery I remember laying down in the hospital bed coloring a “Cookie Monster Book.” Then Zach,Josh,Tyler, and my Step dad came in to see how i was doing. That is all I remember with getting cracking my head open. The funny thing is that to this day my Step dad says that instead of the boys and him going to the hospital
But I just kept squirming and squirming so it kind of made it worse. It also made it a little bigger so my scar is really visible. But eventually I stopped squirming and everything was alright.
I then got a epidural and he had to redo it three times because it wasn 't going in correctly. The doctor came back in to check my cervix and I was at seven CM! The epidural had started to kick in so I wasn 't feeling the contractions anymore, I was feeling well enough to shut my eyes for a bit, relax, and get a few minutes of sleep. I then woke up screaming because the epidural was wearing off and I started to feel every second of painful contraction. My doctor came back in and check my cervix and it was at 8 1/2 CM.
When I reached America, I started to remember my childhood. I was the youngest of 4 children. I had a sister and two brothers. We were all crammed into a small hut. We all slept on one blanket on the floors made of cow poop.
Sadly, I got in trouble by my parents, for throwing a tantrum and for pooping in the pool. I ended up having to take a long time out in a lawn chair. My parents never told anyone about pooping because they did not want to ruin anyone else’s fun time in the pool. After seven days of vacation, it was finally time to pack up and head home. We went back down the elevator.
The ball came around to the girls’ side and Boom. My face was bloody as it ever could be. My glasses were thrown off my face, my eyes were starting to bruise and finally, I could barely see out of my eyes. It went on for weeks after weeks. The next time, Jasmine tried to push me down, but instead my hand got caught in the gym door and skin was ripped off.
Under the knife I remember my very first surgery. It wasn’t major but to me, an 8-year-old child, the thought of having needles and knives and people all around me scared me awfully. When my mom first told me I’d have to have teeth removed I thought I was going to die.
My mom and sister started running around getting things ready because it was time to head out to the hospital it was bbay time. My contractions werent that bad till i got in thecar ride it was horrible i remeber i almost started crying from the excrutiating pain i was in. I remember getting to the hospital and 2 hours later doctors and nurses where rushing and it was because