Ahhhhhh"C'mon baby we are going to the store,"the words of my grandfather who I called Daada.I was the happiest little girl that day because I was the one chosen to go to the store with my grandfather.To me and everyone else he was the greatest grandfather in the world.Whenever he went to the store my sister or my cousins would run to him hoping that he would choose them to go to the store with him.My granfather was great he loved all his granchildren very much.He tried his best to make time for all of us. I remember this day like it was just yesterday.All the excitement that was building up inside of me, I could have hardly contain myself.I was like a volcano ready to erupt.We left to go to the store and I was looking back giving my sister a devilish look. I was very content.Although I was so happy this was the start of the worst day of my childhood.My grandfather and I was walking down the street, we were coming back from the store and was going home.Out of the blue a pack of dogs started coming towards us. They were like a tornado attacking a little island.Of course I was that little island and I was terrified because here I am walking down the street with my grandfather and out of nowhere these dogs were coming towards us.I was afraid so I thought that if I let go of my grandfather's hand I could run and get away. But little did I know that that was the worst possible thing that I could have done. I was running and crying, "ahhhhhh.....help Daada," but there wasn't anything that he could have done. The dogs had already hit me down. When my grandfather finally caught up to me my forehead was already covered with blood. My grandfather hurried and took me home and cleaned me off to see if I had to go to the hospital.When I got home my Dad saw the blood on my forehead and said, "oh my God, what happened to her." Then my grandpa told him what had happened. My father said that I had to go to the hospital because I needed stitches. As little as I was, I didn't wanted to go to the hospital I was scared out of my mind.I thought that the hospital was the worst place in the world. Can you imagine what is going through a six year old's mind??? When I got to the hospital I was still crying like a waterfall. The more I cried the more my head was hurting, but I couldn't stop. I was like the energizer bunny, I kept going and going and going....you get the point. The vivid fall was still in my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about it. My dad asked me,"whats wrong, the doctor will be here just now and then I will feel better." I wasn't feeling the pain of the fall, I was scared of what I was feeling inside. After a little while the doctor came in and took a look at my forehead. "Oh my that looks pretty deep you definately have to have stitches," I wasn't scared anymore because my Dad had already told me I might have to have stitches, so I was expecting her to say that. The procedure was fast I can't even remember the pain of it. Of course the pain came back after a couple hours and lasted for about two weeks. I had the worst headache, it felt like someone was hammering a nail into my head. After two weeks I didn't feel the pain anymore, so I was relieved. Up to this day I am not the same with dogs. I mean some of them are so cute and cuddly but I can't shake the feeling I felt was I was younger. How much I would just love to be like how I used to be, carefree around dogs. I know that it would take a miracle for me to be like I was before the incident. I atleast want to try to be fairly ok around dogs again.
|