Personal Narrative
In India on 2015 on a Sunday, me, my brother, my mom, my aunt, and my cousin sister were going to my grandparents house in a minivan or a car or a eight seater. My grandfather’s friend was driving the car. I was sitting at the back of the car with my mom, eating cookies. It was so hot back there, it was like the sun was right beside me. It took me a lot of time, but finally, I was done with my cookies. It was a long drive, but it felt like it’s taking forever. In India there are still trains many Indians ride. You can go to any city, town, or village on train in India. There are busses like that. We don’t need plane, but I still don’t understand why we didn’t choose those kind of transportations. Anyways, I …show more content…
She didn’t ask me anything I think because she understood what happened or I think it was an emergency. “Come inside quickly!” my mom says. Quickly, I came in. I was immediately taken to the hospital. There the doctor told me “ wear this mask so I won’t see what are we doing.” They think if I don’t I will get terrified. But still I was terrified so I ran to my mom. I was not scared of the surgery, but I was scared that I can’t see what’s happening. Like what are they going to do? They told me it’s going to be fine. But I still don’t understand why they didn’t give me the sleeping injection. I told my mom “I’m scared!” “It’s going to be fine,” my mom answers. I trusted the doctors and my mom, and went inside with the doctors. No one was not allowed in the surgery room and it was in the third floor and my family members were on the first …show more content…
In the middle of the surgery I asked the doctor that “Why do I even need a surgery anyway,” I get no response. After the surgery, I was taken to my grandparents house. Unluckily, I don’t live near the hospital. I live many miles away in a another city. The hospital was in a city which was right beside my grandparents’ town, and I have to go to the hospital every week. So I was with my grandparents for ten months. I didn’t go to school for ten months to because of the finger. But, now a new nail grew and I’m just fine. I got a surgery because at first they thought stitching the nail would work, but after five months they told me it would not work. They said if it’s still there I would get an infection. So they took it out. And I came to know that a new nail will grow. Now I learned that I should never overreact and I changed. I used to overreact for silly reasons, but now I don’t