“Give it to me, it’s mine!” I said as my sister snatched the doll back.
“No it’s not! Grandma gave it to me!”
“Liar!” I screamed at my older sister.

My sister and I had been arguing for more than ten minutes. We were both fighting over a Cinderella doll that my grandma had given to both of us. Eventually, my dad came upstairs and snatched the doll away.

That night, my whole family (which included my aunt, uncle, grandma, grandpa, his wife, and my cousin) all gathered at my grandma’s house for dinner.

side of the family that lives in Ohio and celebrate the 4th of July with them.

long drive down here from Wisconsin. The car ride was almost 11 After dinner, I headed upstairs for a long, good rest. Tomorrow
“How was the drive down?” my uncle asked.

“Terrible! The whole way down I had to listen to bickering and whining!” my dad replied. I had half a taco sticking out of my mouth with cheese falling off of it when I heard this. It made me think of the
hours! But I knew that it was all worth it, because I was going to get to Though later on, I happened to venture into my parent’s room and find the Cinderella doll. Of course, as any six year old would do, I stole it and took it back to my room. Though little did I know that it would soon cause a great deal of pain and sadness.

spend time with my dad’s
was going to be a busy day. I was so tired, my dad had to carry me up to bed on his back. He dropped me in my bed and gave me the doll that had been on the floor since before lunch. Then he tucked the sheets around me, kissed me goodnight, and then left me to rest.
“Owwwwww!” I cried. “I can’t get up.” The morning sun shined down on my face while my mom and dad rushed into the room. I was lying down on the floor with a frown on my face.
“What’s wrong?”
“My shoulder hurts really bad,” I said.
My mom tried to help me sit up but it hurt too much. It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing a knife through my shoulder. My dad went to go tell my grandma that they were going to take me to the emergency room. He also asked my grandma if she would watch my brother and sister. While he was doing this, my mom was struggling to help me get dressed. I got dressed in the easiest thing that I had packed to wear – a dress. It was my only dress that I had packed and it was with white with purple and pink flowers dancing all around it. My dad came back into the room where I was blubbering like a baby. He picked me up and carried me down the stairs to the car. In the hallway, I could feel my siblings’ stares on my face. My sister and brother followed my parents down the stairs, bombarding them with questions. “What’s wrong with her?”
“What happened?”
“Is she going to miss the parade?”
My grandma talked with my mother as my father buckled me in the car. Moments later, we were off to the hospital. Hours passed.

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When I returned to grandma’s house, my arm was in a sling. As soon as we walked through the door, my sister asked, “Is she going to be alright?”
“Yeah, it’s just a broken collar bone.” My dad told her. “Doctor says that she’s going to be alright.”
“Do you know how she broke it?”
“We think that she was rolling around in her bed and then fell off her bed on top of the Cinderella doll. But were not sure.” My mom said.

“Well at least she’ll have a couple days to rest before you guys leave.” My grandma said.

I was really sad that I had missed the parade, but deep down in my stomach I had a feeling that it was my fault. If I hadn’t gone into my parent’s room and stole the doll back, I wouldn’t have landed on it and broke my collar bone. Now I would have to suffer the consequences. I walked upstairs and sat on my bed pouting. Refusing to admit that it was my fault.

“Does it hurt?” my sister asked.
I tried to shrug my shoulders. But it didn’t really work.

“I think I know something that will cheer you up.” She said.

“What?”
She reached under my bed and pulled out a pillowcase full of candy.
“Woah! Were did you get that?” I asked.
“The parade.” She replied. “Almost every person who walked by handed out candy.” I looked inside the pillowcase and saw suckers to bubblegum to lemon heads. Immediately my frown turned into a smile. But hey, every six year old has to have candy.