Stitches…

        I like to tell the story of when I had to get stitches. So my sisters and I were cleaning our room one day. We had a plastic 3 drawer storage container, and each drawer was a different color. Each drawer was a designated toy drawer, so our green drawer was for our toy food drawer. As we cleaned, we would take the drawers out and place them around the room to make it easier to put the items away. Well this particular day, we had placed the green drawer by the door. I happened to be across the room and found a toy food so I picked it up and tossed it into the drawer instead of walking across the room. My twin sister happened to be standing next to the drawer and for some reason, assumed I threw the toy at her. So, in retaliation, she picked up a toy milk carton (the kind that when you tilted it the milk poured out) and chucked it right at my head. It hit me right in the face at the top of my nose. After clutching in pain, I asked my younger sister in my face was bleeding. But she said yes, so my mom was called and she wanted to super glue it shut being a nurse, but it was too close to my eye so off to the hospital we went to get my 2 stitches. Afterwards, I didn’t have to finish cleaning the room, and we got to go out to eat at the restaurant Red Lobster for my aunt’s birthday. That’s when I found out my cousin had also recently got stitches in his arm since his glass snake cage had fallen while they were cleaning it. I find it a cool story to tell, even with my sister still insisting I threw the toy at her all these years later.