If I could change one thing in my past, I would have changed the time I caused myself to rip my lip open and had to get three stitches because I didn’t listen to my mom. Everyone knows that bad things happen when you do not listen to your parents.
When I was about three, my dad was still working as a judge, so family was still living at our old house on Capitol Hill that we lived in until I was ten after my dad retired. It was day time and my mom and our old housekeeper were scrubbing the carpets outside of the house on a place where there was just cement that was really smooth. My mom was scrubbing the carpets with soap and water and, since I was just three, I was dancing around on the carpets and in the soap and water. My mom, of course, told me to stop dancing because I would slip and fall. But, being three and having so much fun dancing around in the soap and water, I did not listen to my mom and continued to dance.
My mom kept telling me I would slip and fall but I was sure I was safe. And sure enough, I slipped and fell. My mom had buckets full of water that she was using to clean the carpets and when I slipped, I fell and my upper lip landed on the part of the part of the plastic bucked where the handle met the bucket, which was very sharp. I ended up ripping my lip open.
While the ambulance came to take me to the emergency room, I was crying and crying and my mom told me if I cried I would get in bigger trouble. So while she covered my mouth to stop the bleeding, I was trying not to cry. But of course I couldn’t help it. I was taken put in the ambulance with my arms strapped down so I would not move.
When I got the emergency room, I ended up getting three stitches on my lip. I have a scar on my mouth that I now have to live with forever. Sometimes I am asked why I have a scar on my mouth, and I tell the story. But sometimes I just laugh. That is what I got for not listening to my mom. We all get punished for not listening to what our parents tell us to do, even if it is not a punishment from our parents directly. Like mine-slipping and falling to rip my lip open on a bucket handle. Now I regret it. But yet again, I was only three. So it was understandable. But it was my fault for not listening to my mom.
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