He picked it up and went to stomp on the base and Matt slid into the base, right into my dad’s left leg. The crack of my dad’s bone was so loud, it felt like the whole neighborhood heard it. He fell to his back, contacted into a fetal position, and pulled his knee to his belly. He whinnced in pain and tears began to stream down my dad’s face. “Anna go get your mom,” shouted Matt. I froze. I had known Matt my whole life, but I was suddenly afraid of him. He had hurt my dad, who was like Superman. This was the first time I had ever seen tears in my dad’s eyes. My dad was like a rock. Once he had cut off the top part of his middle finger while cutting vegetables, and he didn’t even flinch.
I did end up going to get my mom and she rushed my dad to the ER. His tibia had sustained a spiral fracture and his ankle snapped completely in half which was probably the reason for the loud cracking sound. After being on crutches for 7 months, my dad began to walk again.
I stopped spending all my time with my brother and the boys in my neighborhood and