Hello, I'm Jessie.
I have a small scar on my left wrist.
When I was maybe four or five , I was good with animals. I had two rabbits. They were very cute and I looked after them every day. My rabbits liked fresh grass very much, they needed to eat once a day. My Dad always prepared them for the rabbits.
But one week, he went on a business. I told Mam I could prepare the grass. When I was cutting grass in my garden, my left wrist blooded suddenly. I didn't know what had happened. My Mam treated the wound in time. Mam told me the edge of the leaf which grass cutting me was very sharp. It was't very serious. But in the following week I had to raise up my left arm when I was taking a shower.
After that I had never cut the grass, because raising up arm for long time wasn't a good memory for me.
Thanks for posting this Jessie.
ReplyDeleteI have to say, I thought this story was going to be worse than it actually was. I was expecting that maybe while you were cutting the grass, you might have slipped and cut a finger off or cut your hand open or something, so it was quite a relief to read you just cut your wrist on a sharp blade of grass.
It's funny, though, becuase in English we call the sharp part of aknife a BLADE, but we also say a BLADE of GRASS! I guess they're both sharp and both of them can cut things.
Anyway, I'm glad this wasn't too serious and that it wasn't a deeper cut!
Jessie parents are doctors . she's father is a surgeon , and mother is a anesthetist .
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