My sister picked me up from my daycare and my dad was sitting because he worked as a custodian at the middle school in Colorado cuz that's where I lived at the time. My sister put me in our basement considering it was our second livingroom and placed me in front of the tv. She gave me baby carrots and disappeared to her room to play with her Barbies. I went up the stairs and grabbed a butcher knife since the kitchen was at the top and started cutting the carrots. I was doing pretty good until I sliced my hand open and screamed like crazy. Didn't wake up my dad but I my sister came running down the stairs. She showed my dad who barely opened his eyes and told her to put a bandaid on it. She wrapped it in rags instead. Three hours later and seven blood stained dripping rags later my mother finally got home. I was rushed to the hospital and had stitches done in my right hand.
