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When I got into the car with my mom, there was blood everywhere. There was what used to be a white towel and it is completely red now. I started freaking out. I was scared and i asked my mom what happened and she wouldn't tell me. My mom rushed to the hospital and she told me that my dad was getting stitches because he had cut his leg open. He was playing softball for his work and he was sliding to 3rd base and his leg got cut open by a piece of metal in the middle of the field I felt a little bit better but I still was confused about what happened.
I was at my friend's birthday party and my mom had to pick me up early cause we needed to go to the hospital. My friend didn't want me to leave but my mom had to get me out of there.
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