Do They Care?

Blake - Waterville, Iowa
Entered on March 3, 2009
Age Group: Under 18
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Do They Care?

Have you ever wondered if your parents really love you? Do they know when your birthday is? Do they know how your doing in school? Do they know how your feeling most of the time. If you answered yes to all of those questions then your parents probably love you. Hi my names Blake and I’m 14 years old.

It all started out when I was 2 years old and my mom, Kelly and my dad, Jason, and I lived in a trailer court at that time. We lived at the end of it in a grey trailer. One day during a nice warm summer day my mom was working outside and my dad was at work and I was rocking in a chair that wasn’t meant for rocking in front of a shed.

The shed doors happened to be open and nails were sticking out of it. I kept rocking on that little yellow plastic chair a lot and finally it tipped backward and my head smashed into the nails that were sticking out of the shed door.

I let out one of the loudest wails you have ever heard. My mom came running from behind the shed and picked me up. My head was bleeding pretty bad and I definitely needed stitches. So my mom called my dad at work and told him what had happened and told him where we were going.

When my mom and I got to the hospital I was really starting to feel the pain. We went into the hospital and waited for the doctor to see me. What seemed like forever he finally came and got us. I had to get stitches but I don’t remember how many I had to get,but it seemed like a lot. We went home and my dad was there waiting for us. He asked how I was doing and my mom told him I was okay. That’s when I knew my parents really did love me.

Love is a powerful thing, it really is and it’s hard to live through life if somebody doesn’t care for you, but most people do have somebody that cares for them and this I really do believe.