Personal Narrative: Tight Head Phones

I sat at the table in the boring, gray counselor's room. Tight head phones squeezed my ears, as a series of beeps played. I walked out, without giving any thought to the events that had just occurred. Soon I was back in class, learning how to spell, read, and write. I had no troubles beyond learning the fact I had been spelling something wrong my entire school career of approximately three months. This however, would not last for long.
My mom picked me up that day, as usual. We went home. I went to my picture books, and read, as per usual. It was all fine and dandy, reading about Curious George, and Amelia Bedilia, until the phone rang. Of course, I did not answer, as I was forbidden to touch the phone. It was easy to dismiss, but after a few …show more content…
It would be a quick surgery-”
I stopped listening after that word entered the conversation. I knew what surgery was. Surgery was terrifying. Even though I didn’t understand anything else that was going on, I was quite certain I did not want this to occur. It took me a few second to regroup myself, but as quickly as I could I began listening once again, just in time for him to ask me if I had any questions. I shook my head, even though a billion questions pulsed through my brain. He talked to my parents some more, and then we all exited the room.
My dad took me straight out the car, and my mom stayed to make some sort of appointment. I could assume what it was. This “surgery” thing.
Later, when we were all in the car driving home, I asked my parents what the doctor meant by surgery. They explained that they were going to put some tubes in my ears to drain some fluid out of them. They said I would be asleep for the entire thing, but still, the idea terrified me. I went from a perfectly fine human being to defective in the eyes of just about everybody in a matter of months. All I knew, though, was that this problem was NOT going to disappear anytime