The Day I lost my two front teeth

The day I broke my wrist was a bad day as you might know. When I got to child care at Orrington. We were in the middle of a basketball game and my brother pushed me into the wall and I broke my wrist. I look at my wrist and it was huge. You could see where the bone was. My hand went back and touch far up my arm. I was in so much …

…My mom and I went home and I told her all that had happened and I went back to school to tell my brother to not feel bad and that it was OK. Afterwards, my mother and I went to the movie store and rented two movies so I could do something until I went back to school. That rest of the week I couldn’t sleep because of all the pain in my wrist.