One night, we were playing a game with Papa and Brooke. The
point of the game was to sneak past the person that was ‘it’ in the pitch black house and
make it to a base. The person that wants to get the other people can move
obstacles in front of them to block them. If they hit the obstacles it will make
noise and he can get them. If you manage to sneak past him and get to the base,
you win. So as I was saying, we were playing this at night and were having a
great time. Isaiah and Elliana were ‘it’ and we knew that it would be hard
because there are two of them. So we came up with a plan that Papa would make a
distraction and we would make it to the base. We snuck up as Papa yelled and
started running around. The only bad thing was that we didn’t know that a stool
that was one of the obstacles was in his way. He slammed right into it (He was
on his knees) and fell down. We stopped the game and he got up and said, “Well,
that was fun. I’m not hurt that bad.” He removed his hand from his forhead and
it started dripping blood. He ran right into his room and asked mama if she
knew anybody about stiches. We were so scared. We thought and whispered to each
other, “Oh no. He’s going to have to get stiches.” We were freaked out! We knew
that stiches on his forehead were going to be hard. We prayed and went to bed
as our friends drove him to the hospital. We woke in the morning and there was Papa, smiling and greeting us cheerfully! On his head were strips to hold the
wound together. We were happy but sad at the same time. We knew that he will have a scar. Thank God that he protected Papa from
getting hit in the eye or the cheek. I am glad he didn’t get stiches. Praise
God!
NJM
