The Scar

I was jumping on my mom’s bed, having the best time. Suddenly, I fell. My face hit the corner of a picture frame. It stung so badly and I could see blood. I started to cry and wail.

Finally, I was at the hospital. I started to cry again. Mom took my hand and held it. The doctor stitched up my lip. My mouth was sore.

We were finally done. On the way out of the hospital mom saw a big case of cookies. She bought a lion-shaped sugar cookie and we split it on the way home. It cheered me up a little, but I still have a scar under my lip. 

Posted by: Supergirl Rocks!