Personal Narrative Essay (draft revise)

          “BANG!!!” the glass broke. “What happen?” my father asked. It is a time when I got a very horrified accident. The time that made my face turn green, and it change me a lot. This story was about a year ago, when I was at my house and having fun with my family. I had a hamster and it was very cute. Then, I remember that I had to feed it very often. Because every night I always fed it pet foods, its cage was on the stairs. So, I had to go up the stair one step and gave it food. When I stepped down, I forgot that there was one more stair to step, but I didn’t. So, I fell down and my arm went straight down to the glass wine of my father. When I fell down, it was like I was flying. But then, BOOM!! The glass broke and cut my arm. The wine started to went out everywhere. On my clothes, I could only sense the smell of wine. My father turned back and asked, “What happened?” at that time; my face was green like sick people and I cannot say anything. Then, when my mom heard the broken of the glass, she started to run downstairs to see what’d happen. After that, my father said “Stand up, and why are you so careless” I started to stand up and I got cut really badly. The blood started to dripping down off my hand. My mom saw something red and lead to my position, so she came to me and checked me. She saw the cut of glass and she was very scared as well. Because the cut was very deep that I could even what inside it at the moment, it made me horrified. My father asked “What’s wrong with you, why are you feeding it so soon? Are you alright son?” I said nothing. My father told me to take the oil and put onto it. By using that method, it will be back to normal, soon. But my mom said no, she said that the cut was really deep, so I need to go to the hospital to sew it. When I heard that, I was really scared. Because I think that it was for real, so I told my parents that I will not going to the hospital to sew it. However, they said that if I’m not going to the hospital, it will not to be back in normal anymore. And they also injected in my arm a kind of medicine that was going to make my arm go numb in order to be painless during sewing. So, I was not scared anymore and I decided that I needed to get going to the hospital to sew it. Then, my father took me to the hospital near my house. And my father registered me to have a sewing surgery. And a doctor told us to go upstairs and talk to the people up there. So, we went up there, and asked the person in sewing room. Someone said that wait a minutes for a doctor to come upstairs. And she said that I can rest on the bed. So, I started to lie down on the bed and thinking how painful it can be. When the doctor came in, I was so nervous, but my father said that all I need to do is stay calm, it’s not going to be long. At first, they injected in my arm the medicine that my mother said it will led you feel nothing. When the medicine flows inside my hand, I could feel that it was just like an ant that is biting me. After that, the doctor started to sew my arm. I know nothing, but after a long time, I asked her “Are you sewing my hand right now?” She said “No, not yet” I think that she was lying to me, because sometimes I could feel the needle was like an ant’s biting me. It took a very long time to finish sewing my arm. And I was also really scared of that. My face was sweaty. After the doctor finished sewing my arm, I stood up and my arm got covered by a bandage. After that, my father paid the bill, and then I was waiting on the bench while my father was buying medicine for me to recover. I was very surprise as I think that we I won’t need the medicine for recovering. However, my father said that it will help me to recover more quickly. Finally, we went home, and my mom said that I have to take a bath because all of my clothes were really smelly which contain wine in them. While I was taking a bath, I couldn’t lead my injury to get wet. So I was very careful so that it won’t be getting wet. Then I changed clothes and the ground floor of my house downstairs really smells like wine. I was so scared but at that time I had been calm because everything was done. After that, when I was stepping down the stairs, I had the feeling that I miss 1 stair. I think that the injury has given me that feeling. It took me a long time to forget that annoying feeling. After this injury, I started to be more careful and most importantly, I have to look around whenever I walk or step. I don’t want this to ever happen again, because it was my most horrified accident. This story changes me the most, and my personality as well. Before that, whenever I was stepping up or down the floor, I stepped real fast and quick. Now, I understand that I will have to step very slow and with care not to be injured again