Growing up, I spent a lot of time at my grandparents’ house. My mom was a single-parent till she married my step-dad, Mark, when I was seven. Before she met Mark, I would always be watched by my grandparents after school while she worked. With all that time I spent with my grandparents, I grew extremely close to my papa, which is what I call my grandfather. It was him who taught me how to ride a bike, play chess, dribble a basketball, throw a football, and to play soccer. After my mom married Mark, I didn’t spend as much time with my grandparents beside on the weekends. On those weekends, it would be like it has always been between my papa and me. When I reached sixth grade, our favorite activity to do was throwing a football back and forth.
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German’s class tick by, begging it to already be 3:50pm. The big hand on the clock finally ticked to the 50 mark signaling the bell to ring. I gather up all my things as fast as possible and sprint out the door to the awaiting buses. I am anxious to get home because this weekend I get to spend the night at Nana and Papa’s house for the first time in what feels like forever.
When I get home, I rush upstairs to pack my pack with everything I will need. After I finish packing, Mom goes through her usual list of making sure I packed everything. On our way to the car I grab my Michigan college size football so that Papa and I can throw it around. During the ride to Nana and Papa’s house, I grip my hands along the laces of the football as a way to contain my excitement. The leather of the laces and the small bumps along the football, relaxes me after a day of school that seemed never ending.
After my mom leaves and put I put my bag in the room upstairs down the hall to the left, I ask Papa, “can we go throw the football around?” From the happiness on his face I can tell that he enjoys the time we spend together as much as I do. We head outside through the sliding door and down the steps into the backyard. Their backyard is huge compared to most people’s yards at 1.5 acres, so we have a lot of room to spread out. At first we just warm up by throwing the ball short distances to each other and after every couple passes we take a step back. Once …show more content…
We keep an eye on my finger, but the pain is not decreasing any and it is starting to look worse as more time passes. It slowly starts to swell and turn purple, which causes Nana’s anxiety to steadily increase. Soon it becomes clear that my pinkie is not going to get better anytime soon, making it imperative to call Mom. When she arrives, she takes in the purpling tinge and swelling of my skin, since she’s a nurse, and decides I need to be taken to the E.R. She figured the E.R in Monroe will probably be less busy than Toledo’s, and that on the way up there we’ll stop at our house to drop everything off.
At home she helps me change into comfy clothes to make the wait at the hospital a bit more bearable. After the 30 minute drive up to Monroe, we ended up having to wait in the waiting room for about an hour and a half before I was given a bed and then wait another hour before I was seen by a doctor. When I was finally seen, I had to have an X-ray to reveal if I had broken it or not. The X-ray ended up revealing that I had a hairline fracture that would need to be wrapped up for a couple of weeks to
German’s class tick by, begging it to already be 3:50pm. The big hand on the clock finally ticked to the 50 mark signaling the bell to ring. I gather up all my things as fast as possible and sprint out the door to the awaiting buses. I am anxious to get home because this weekend I get to spend the night at Nana and Papa’s house for the first time in what feels like forever.
When I get home, I rush upstairs to pack my pack with everything I will need. After I finish packing, Mom goes through her usual list of making sure I packed everything. On our way to the car I grab my Michigan college size football so that Papa and I can throw it around. During the ride to Nana and Papa’s house, I grip my hands along the laces of the football as a way to contain my excitement. The leather of the laces and the small bumps along the football, relaxes me after a day of school that seemed never ending.
After my mom leaves and put I put my bag in the room upstairs down the hall to the left, I ask Papa, “can we go throw the football around?” From the happiness on his face I can tell that he enjoys the time we spend together as much as I do. We head outside through the sliding door and down the steps into the backyard. Their backyard is huge compared to most people’s yards at 1.5 acres, so we have a lot of room to spread out. At first we just warm up by throwing the ball short distances to each other and after every couple passes we take a step back. Once …show more content…
We keep an eye on my finger, but the pain is not decreasing any and it is starting to look worse as more time passes. It slowly starts to swell and turn purple, which causes Nana’s anxiety to steadily increase. Soon it becomes clear that my pinkie is not going to get better anytime soon, making it imperative to call Mom. When she arrives, she takes in the purpling tinge and swelling of my skin, since she’s a nurse, and decides I need to be taken to the E.R. She figured the E.R in Monroe will probably be less busy than Toledo’s, and that on the way up there we’ll stop at our house to drop everything off.
At home she helps me change into comfy clothes to make the wait at the hospital a bit more bearable. After the 30 minute drive up to Monroe, we ended up having to wait in the waiting room for about an hour and a half before I was given a bed and then wait another hour before I was seen by a doctor. When I was finally seen, I had to have an X-ray to reveal if I had broken it or not. The X-ray ended up revealing that I had a hairline fracture that would need to be wrapped up for a couple of weeks to