The Time When My Sister Almost Lost Her Ear If you have a sibling, you have injured them once or multiple times during your sibling-hood. But have you ever almost made them lose their ear? Well, I’m going to tell you a story about the day my sister, Yuki, almost losted her ear by me, even though it’s not completely my fault. This story does have a message that hopefully, you guys will listen to as it may save your or someone else’s body parts. I’ll tell you what happened before, during, and after the accident. I was eight and my sister, Yuki was seven during the time. Even though I’m the oldest she was taller and stronger than me. Many people think she’s the older sibling, and they’re always surprised when we told them I was older. Our parents …show more content…
She fell onto the table which still had the knife. The table didn’t break surprise surprise. I went to see if she was okay, and she looked fine. She wasn’t crying or anything until I saw blood leaking down from her right ear. Looking closer I saw that the ear was almost falling off. It was dangling from the tip and blood was leaking out like a waterfall. Not really, she would have died then. Then she cried, which I had to get her to calm down with ice cream. She likes cookies and cream thes best. She did and I tried to be a doctor by cleaning up the blood and wrapping the ear up with toilet paper. But it didn’t work. The paper soaked up blood really fast so I tried to wrap more and got heavy for what’s a bit of the ear left. The paper keeps ripping cause I’m too rough. But mom came up to check on us and we got busted. She saw Yuki eating ice cream when we were suppose to sleep. She also saw me with blood on my hand. There was bloody toilet paper on the floor still wet. She got really mad at me and tried to fix Yuki’s ear. I thought she was going to kill me. There’s two knives right next to us on the floor that se can use. She used this magical medicine thing that she poured all over the wound. It’s like dried mustard and smells bad. I don’t
Many can identify with what it means to be a sibling. Whether you are the oldest, youngest, or somewhere in between, you can most likely relate to the individual struggle within one. Being the oldest may carry the burden of responsibility and a sense of duty, and the youngest may feel a sense of entitlement. Whichever place one holds may depend on the person. Mai Lee Chai’s “Saving Sourdi” tells the story of two sisters who came to America with the hope of finding freedom. The two girls found anything but that. The younger sister Nea, takes the unusual role of the guardian, while the older sister Sourdi is atypically being cared for by Nea.
But this only lasted are 3-4 weeks the cuts healed and the time restraints because of school project vanished after she finished
I observed a female shadow in the window of the kitchen and it turned to me and I saw the female suspect Dana and she was holding something in her hands. I motioned for her to come to the door. I went to the side of the door and waited for her to come to the door. I tried the door knob and it was locked. A moment later the door opened from the inside and Dana looked at me from the cracked door. I looked at her and immediately saw that her right brow was swollen and had blood trails down the side of her face and I could see the obvious injury to her right eye brow.
I am the oldest sibling, then it is my brother Edgar, Gared, and last but not least Melany. The youngest one, she was four years old, and of course like every other four year old she liked to play around, and was distracted.
I carefully pulled the bottom cabinet door closed, and with my bowl in my hand, I jumped. I did not make it to the floor. My feet were oddly dangling and did not touch the floor. I had a sharp pain in the left side of my butt. The cabinet handle had gotten pushed through the bottom of my butt cheek. I called for my mother’s help and she told me to hold on for a second. She was still in the bathroom and thought a bee stung me. I put my hands on top of the counter and lifted and away from the cabinet. I ran as fast as I could towards the bathroom with a trail of bright red blood behind me.
Even though I am the older brother and she's the younger sister, Josie was always a head taller, and a good 40 pounds heavier than me when we were growing up. I hated that. I was the big brother. I was supposed to be dominant and protective. But while she was the biggest kid in school, I was nearly the smallest.
Nothing could prepare me for what was about to happen. I started to pound and kick the door, but still no answer. I tried to enter but the door was locked. I ran into my bathroom and grabbed a bobby pin. I ran back and popped the lock on his bathroom door. There he was, the person that I admire, who understands me, who I love more than anything, laying face first on the bathroom floor unconscious. Panic spread through my body. A million things rushed into my head all at once. How did this happen? I glance around the room. I run out of the bathroom grab the phone and start to dial 911, while running back to the bathroom. Tears have now started streaming down my face. I guess I didn’t realize it but I must have screamed because now Brittany was right behind me screaming uncontrollably. I didn’t want her to see that. She was to young. She just kept screaming No! No! Save Him!
I lived in Serran, which was the biggest city in the island and was also its capital. I lived with my three siblings and old Larry. My youngest sibling was my sister Ayami, who was eight years old. Before her were my other siblings, Akiro and Motoyami, both ten years old. They were non-identical— entirely non-identical in fact—twins.
Everybody knows about only two of my sisters, the youngest and oldest, because of the story “The Twelve Dancing Princesses”. Even though their names are not known, they are still known as the oldest and youngest and that they exist. But, they are only two thirteenths of my family, including my dad. Nobody knows about me, the middle child, so let introduce myself.
She wasn't sure why she had done it, but the fact was, she had and she did not want to get caught. There was no way she could tell anyone, not even her best friend. What was she supposed to do? Go to the police? Tell them that it was an "accident"? She wasn't sure how you "accidentally" stabbed someone 6 times in the back.
I reached over and hit my friend and she got the point. Mr. Courtney phoned the principal, vice principal and school administrator. They all came down and told me to lie on the floor. By this time, I was nauseous and convulsing because of lack of oxygen and trauma. I lie there shaking as my teacher moves tables and finds jackets so that I can get my head elevated. The students leave the classroom. My teeth start chattering and I am near tears when the paramedics come in, 8 grown men with machines, clipboards, walkie talkies, and suits storm into the classroom and strap things on me. A red-lighted finger clamp to check my pulse, a blood pressure thing on my arm to check my blood, and 4 sticky clamps attached to wired to check other vitals of some sort. After 15 minutes, the pain subsides almost completely, except when I started to stand.
Her younger sister was the favorite. Her older sister was able to do whatever she wanted. When asked what stands out in your relationship with your siblings she said
Both of my sisters name is Arshamar she is 15 years old and Yuhunika is age 17. My brothers name are Walter and Romeo their ages are 21 and 11. My brother Walter is the oldest sibling;
I wake up in this room. My mother is to my left crying with her face in the palms of her hands. My dad, he paces the floor with his hands in his pockets. I am scared I can barely remember what has transpired. As my mother stands and looks at me square in the eyes, the nurse comes and says with a grin on her radiant face “Hello, Mr. Howard. How are you feeling?” I attempt to sit up, but my body is aching. My dad hurries over to help, but it was no use the pain was overbearing. I began to weep and apologize. My dad with a stern look on his face says, “Andra, you are fine now just relax”. How could I relax? I am stuck in this room with no memory of what happened.
The day my little brother was the best most of my life. At first, little did I know my instinct was catching up with what was happening, when I suddenly became envious towards my cousins playing with their younger siblings a few nights before, which apparently had a meaning. One of those nights, I cried myself to sleep in a corner, imagining how exciting it was to run around the living room after a little version of me who’d be laughing hysterically while trying to catch his or her breath. Instead, I was that littler version of an older sibling, running after me across the hallway while I’d half yell ‘mommy’ and choke from laughing too loud. I wanted to be older than my big brother, so I could chase after him when playing the ‘tag you’re