Who am I to her? The Boy Who Cried Wolf?

Authors note: This is a personal narrative that I wrote about how i broke my wrist for the second time. 

It all happened in a matter of seconds. I was skating like a pro and then the next I was on the floor with my wrist throbbing with pain. I look down at my wrist, which was already turning purple with a big hard lump on one side. Then I flashed back to last year, when I had broken my other wrist. Purple, swollen, and a big hard bone that looked as big as an elephant. Right then I knew it was broken. Once I realized it was broken for sure, tears dripped out my eyes. For I finally felt the pain.

The pain steadily scorched through my wrist up through my arm as I ran over to my mom to show her my assortment of purple and blue blotches that speckled my wrist. After a quick assessment, she told me that it was fine and that I hadn't breaking or damaged anything. What? What is this? I know that I broke my wrist. I know what if feels like. Not only the fact that my hand feels like it's being crushed by an elephant, but my mom has the nerve to question my authority! How dare her. 

After a car ride home that was awkward at the least, I tried explaining to my mom that I truly was in overbearing pain and that I knew something was wrong. After bickering back and forth, she finally gave up and drove me to the doctor where I found that LIKE ALWAYS, I was right. In your face, mom. Even though roller skating is exciting to do, I think I've learned my lesson on thinking I'm skating like a "pro" but actually ruining my body in the process.

With my shattered wrist and my anger at my mom, tears steadily rolled down my eyes. From the pain to the thought that my mom didn't trust me to tell her about my own pain. For her to even dare to think about me joking about my wrist being broken when I am in pain. How could she? How could she not believe her own daughter? I was furious at her for a while. How could she? think her very own daughter was joking when she is holding her dismantled wrist in her hand, with tears pouring down her eyes? Who did she think I was the boy who cried wolf? Was that who I was to her? Then I took some time to get myself together and realized I was angry over nothing, really, and that it was all just an accident.

But by the time I realized this I was already in a cast and hadn't said a word to my mother in about an hour. She knew that I was mad at her. Then I decided I needed to apologize. She is my mother and may not always make the best choices at first but in the end, everything was A-OK. So I gave her a hug and said I was sorry and that it wasn't her fault that she didn't believe me. But after all that was said and done, I secretly knew that I was, in fact, a pro at skating.