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The Day That I Will Never Forget Essay

A Day I Will Never Forget

1469 WordsAug 14th, 20136 Pages

I’ll never forget that day. It was in February that my father told me my older sister might not be coming home. I was home alone and had been since the very end of January. My dad called me from the Children’s Hospital in Denver, Colorado. It started out with what seemed to be a normal conversation.
“Hi, Dad! How’s Bridgette doing?”
“She’s still goin.’
Just had another seizure. We got some news today.”
“Oh, yeah? What is it?”
“Well, if your sister has surgery, there’s a chance she won’t make it.”
I was eleven at this time, and I remember sitting down in a moment of silence. Then I quickly said, “Goodb ye.” It all started when Bridgette was in her terrible two’s. She had been having problems sleeping during the night. She would wake…show more content…

The waiting room was a terrible place to loiter. The chairs were uncomfortable, grown men wer e snoring in the only two couches available, infants fussed, and my patience withered quickly. I made a few trips to the gift shop and rode the glass elevator several times to get my mind off of everything. My elevator excitement quickly tapered when I not iced a male janitor cleaning up vomit. I took the stairs from there and spent the remaining time in the unbearable waiting room. It had been two hours since I’d been back and hadn’t seen a single doctor enter the room. My sister was in surgery for a total of six long hours.
Then, finally, I saw our doctor’s green pants and shoe covers walking down the hall, and soon enough his face appeared in the doorway. We automatically stood up, anxious to hear the results. The doctor proceeded to sit us back down and informed us, “Everything went smoothly in the surgery and we couldn’t be happier.” Even his overlapping, crooked toothed smile couldn’t put a damper on my day. I was so ecstatic that my sister was finally going to lead a normal life.
After surgery, though
, was a different story. She was completely sedated for almost an hour. We sat patiently next to her bedside in ICU, waiting for her to become conscious again.
Finally, we heard her say something about having a bad hair day; she was obviously

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The day was hot and sunny. I was lying in the front yard on my back when my mother called me inside to have something to eat.

“Come, my darling, and take a piece of a sandwich or two,” my mother gently called.

But, I was always a bit of an uncontrollable child – or might I say, a naughty child – when I was growing up. So I pretended that I didn’t hear her. As my mother is a clever mom, she just said: “Okay then. I think that you are going to have to go and buy bread. This time she didn’t say it so gently. This was punishment for not responding when I was called.

So, I quickly went inside. But, it was too little too late. The money was already in my mother’s hands. With a grin on her face, she said: “Better now than when you start to get hungry…”

I started to frown, saying, “Hayi, hayi, hayi, mama!” That is: “No, no, no, mama” in isiXhosa.

My mother’s wonderful grin turned to a frown – a big horrible frown! She spoke in the most horrible voice – I think she sounded like a lion roaring at its prey – letting me know clearly: “Amanda, don’t test or I will…”

Before she even finished her sentence, I ran out of the door, heading straight for the shop.

When I was crossing the road in a hurry, a car came out of the blue and knocked me out.

“Are you OK?” the driver asked with concern. I’m still not sure if those were his exact words because I was dizzy from the car hitting me like a bull tackling the matador in a bull fight.

By the time I realised what had happened, I had run so fast – like a horse in the Durban July – all the way home.

Until this day, I’ve never told my mother about this incident. How strange it is that all my mother noticed was that I was not hungry anymore.

She only said: “What, did you eat from this bread, little child?” I laughed, she laughed.

I will never forget this day.


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