I remember when I was 3 years old I was wanting an orange for breakfast. I wanted it cut into pieces and my mom told me “to be patient”. She said, “I will come down and cut you an orange when I’m done getting ready.”
I told my mom “no I don't want to be patient”. So I went out to the kitchen and crawled up on the counter and got a knife and an orange. I held the orange in my right hand, and the knife in my left hand. I cut through the side of the orange and through two of my fingers. Since I was so young and didn’t know how to use a knife the right way, plus I shouldn’t have been using one in the first place, I really hurt myself. I should have listened to my mom when she told me to wait. I looked down and saw the blood pouring out of my
I told my mom “no I don't want to be patient”. So I went out to the kitchen and crawled up on the counter and got a knife and an orange. I held the orange in my right hand, and the knife in my left hand. I cut through the side of the orange and through two of my fingers. Since I was so young and didn’t know how to use a knife the right way, plus I shouldn’t have been using one in the first place, I really hurt myself. I should have listened to my mom when she told me to wait. I looked down and saw the blood pouring out of my