Family Ranch Narrative

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While in vacation, my family and I went to the family ranch to enjoy a nice hot summer. We were having a nice time, riding horses, feeding the cows and pigs, and going to the lake. It was a good start, form the first week anyways. One day I woke up earlier than everyone, and went to sit down on top of a tree to watch the animals in the field. It was a good morning, a fast one too. Then my parents woke up, along with my uncles, to gather all the animals in the field and feed them. They started taking out the packages of food, the seeds, and the hay packs from the barn. Suddenly I heard my dad scream at me, “Hey! Get down from there!” I didn’t listen. I was still watching the animals being fed my uncles. Then again, “I told you to get down from …show more content…

I started to cry, then a doctor and two nurses rushed to calm me. They told that I had been unconscious for two weeks, and that I had broken my right ankle. They asked me if I knew how I broke it, and I told them that “while I was getting off a tree, my right foot got stuck on a “Y” looking branch, and when I fell of the tree, it twisted and broke.” They told me that this and that broke, and that they had to inserted metal rods into my ankle to make it stabilized, so it won’t move. A week later my parents took me home. I could not walk, I could not sit, by myself anyways, I could not do anything. The worst time was at night, when I would start crying and my mom had to come to calm me down. She would sit down next to me, and would move my leg until it was comfortable. I loved my mom, for doing everything for me. I also hated myself because I would make her get up at night, and she would not get any sleep. There was good days and bad days, but most of them were bad. I couldn’t play anything or with anyone. I could only stay at home and watch TV for two months, it was horrible. My parents were fed up, my little brothers were tired of doing all the chores, and I hated myself for breaki8ng my ankle. I contemplated every day on my accident, I asked myself, “Why did this happen to me?” Then I realized, I did not listen to my

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