The Dresser

September 22, 2008
Starting in my bedroom, when I was six now I’m now twelve and I live in garden city.

My cousin who was six and is now eleven and my sister who was nine and is now fourteen.

Jumping on my dresser which I now know was a bad idea. The dresser it started to tilt. I had

forgotten about the television. My cousin and sister jump of and yell jump jump and of course I

didn’t hear them. All I could remember was sirens from the hospital car. I woke up a day later

with thirty-two stitches in my head.

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