Descriptive Essay

STITCHES

Happy, free-spirit and imaginative four years old was who I am back in the year of 1999. It was also one of the worst years I had due to an awful incident which I able to remember until this day. That particular incident had not changed me the way I am today, but it surely made me become more careful when it comes to going-up and going-down the stairs. Yes, at the age of 4 years old, I fell of the stairs terribly until I got few stitches in between my eyes. Frankly, near my left eyes.

It began with me and granny in the very bright and cream colour living room. Grandma is holding something with needle and pink thread on her right fingers; I thought she must busy knitting stuff. We opened the sliding door with intention to let the fresh air coming into the house through the gate’s tiny hole. Yes, the weather was so breezy and when it touches my soft cheeks, I feel my body inhale and exhale the air and as if I could just lie down and sleeping soundly and dreaming about Barbie. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen because suddenly, I started recalling last night’s movie; Alice in the Wonderland. I remember one of the scenes very well. This particular scene where the cloud or maybe smoke gathered beneath Alice’s feet and then it lifted her to a tall mushroom tree. Hence, the ‘adventure’ began for me that day.

The next thing I know, I try to re-create the scene. Honestly, I don’t know why on earth I did something like that. But, I still remember that I wanted to feel like flying after re-calling the scene just now. The next thing I know, I saw a medium-sized red plastic bag also ‘flying’ around the living room due to windy weather which entered in our spacious space. I immediately ran after that plastic bag and when I had it on my hand, I put it beneath my feet and started ‘gliding’ towards the stairs.

Suddenly, when I am having fun gliding with very smooth plastic bag under my feet, then the next thing I know, I feel my body leaning forward but I tried my utmost best to stay back up-straight. Unfortunately, I lost my balance and slipped. The T-zone of my nose hit the edge of the stairs and it cuts open my skin. Thank God I did not break my nose. Red face and both eyes were what I remembered my grandmother’s condition at that time. Her brown-black eyes look into mine searching for the tenacious spirit within me. I know she wanted me to stay strong and stop crying. It is true that blood coming out a lot but then, the way she flustered when looking for a mobile phone made me realize that my condition is much more worse than I thought it were.

Approximately fifteen minutes after that, I saw a blue-black CRV car approaching home. I know it is my mother. She drove me straight to the nearest hospital. My arrivals there were welcomed by few female and male nurses. They gathered near me and brought me to the ER (Emergency Room). I cried so hard because obviously I was in extreme pain and I felt that my eyes will shut anytime soon. I was struggling so much until the middle-aged doctor yelled at me and until the other nurses had to hold my hand and feet because I was unable to stay-still. Actually, I will not struggle so much if they had provided me with anaesthetic before they start knitting my face.

Finally, after the excruciating stitches operation is done, I saw my father and mother came to my room and ready to pick me up. I do expect my father to become enraged for what I have done. But surprisingly, he rewarded me with ‘cloud-9’ chocolate for being so brave. I never felt so painful yet touched at the same time. It was probably the scariest incident that I have ever encountered. I do hope in the future that this incident would not happen again. I really do.