Unlucky March
Good morning Mr.
Andreas, Ms. Sri Mulatsih and my friends. Today, in this opportunity I would
like to recount my experience about Unlucky March.
5 years ago in 9th March, I was a primary three student. March is my favorite month. I was born in March. I
always happy when March come because I always get some special gifts. But, in
that time, it was so different. At 3 p.m, I was ready to go to the course. I
asked my grandpa to take me to the course at 3.30 p.m as I want to play marbles
in the course’s veranda before my course class start. First, grandpa didn’t
want to take me at the time because he want to watch his favourite TV program.
I whined to grandpa. Grandma force him to do my wish in an angry tone. Suddenly,
she turned off grandpa’s TV angrily. Grandpa took me there with a bad mood
face. Actually, I want to apologize to him but I was afraid. I really feel
guilty.
My course place is in the right side of
the street so, my grandpa had to cross the street. I didn’t know why my grandpa
crossed the street directly without stopped and saw the crowded street.
Suddenly, I was fly over the motocycle. The weird, the time felt so slow for me
and my body numb for a moment. I heard my grandpa’s shout. I didn’t realize
what happen with me and grandpa, I just
can closed my eyes. After that, I heard the street noise. I was unconscious for
a minute. I opened my eyes and I started to realize it. Unfortunately, I got an
accident. I got a serious wounds. My
grandpa took me home. My grandma shocked with my condition. She took me to the
hospital and she was very angry with my grandpa.
I got a deep burn on my left hand. I cried so loudly
in the Hospital Emergency Unit room. After the doctor treated my deep burn, he
told to my grandma if my wounds too deep and it will imprint. If I didn’t want
the wounds imprints, I must to do plastic surgery. I was so shock and cried
again for five hours. I suffered with my wounds until my birthday came. It was
a shocking gift for me. Until now, I still afraid to do plastic surgery. I still can’t forget this memory.
*Sorry if my grammar is very bad.
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