The DAY WHEN I GOT STICHES

“Fredis, stop running!” my mom yelled
I was in MERVYNS; I was with my family: my mom, dad and my sister. I was 5 years old when we were going shopping for my sister. Then me and my dad where going to the top floor. When I saw the toys I was running faster then the wind then the next thing I knew I tripped and hit my forehead on the Conner of the clothes racket. My dad was socked he was so worried because I was bleeding from my forehead my face was all dripping with blood. When my dad picks me up he got his cello pone and called a cab. While my dad was waiting outside my mom came and gave me a ice pack to put on my forehead. When the cab came the cap took me and my dad to hospital .When I was in the cab I felt all dizzy. When I was in the hospital my dad took me to the E.R. The doctor came in and gave me something to put me to sleep when I woke up I felt all dizzy the doctor told me to go to sleep and you will fill beater when you wake up. I thought I learned my lesson but a year later I got stitches again but that’s another story.