I was chillin' at home watching Arsenio Hall- - okay, I wasn't but I had to write that after I started my sentence with "I was chillin'." I was chillin' on the sofa with my mommy when I heard a scream, it wasn't the baby's or Rowan's, which meant I had to rush into my room. Jory's screaming meant something was wrong. The girls' screams mean anything from something's wrong to the earth is still spinning.
I went into the room and Jory indicated something was in his foot as tears streamed down his face. I sat him down and looked at the bottom of his foot. I saw something sticking out, a splinter. Where did he get a splinter from? I removed the splinter, wiped up the trickle of blood, and placed him on the bed.
How did this happen, I asked.
The baby was silent.
Rowan said, Jory fell onto the part of my cell charger that plugs into my phone. Yeah, that wouldn't have caused a splinter or make him bleed.
Jory was still bawling.
I felt on the side of the bed to see if wood was missing. I checked the floors, but there was nothing there. What happened? I suspected, the fall was due in part to jumping on the bed, but I couldn't prove that.
Leaving a calmed down Jory and quiet girls, I walked back into the other room with Oma. As I sat on the sofa next to her, I realized I would never get the full story or the true story or the real story on what happened in my room on this Sunday night before bedtime. And I thought this probably wouldn't be the last time this would happen. There would be other times were the truth behind the accident would remain a mystery due to trauma, confusion at that time, or because of sibling silence.
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