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Introduction main idea , characters and setting

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I am Wejdan Fahad. On August 5, 2013, I had an accident that I will never forget. On that day, I was outside playing with my cousins. Two of my cousins had a fight, and I was standing there watching them, which led to my thumb getting cut. That incident happened at home, and the surgery took place at a hospital in Medina. The characters involved in this story are me, my parents, my cousins, and the doctor.

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Before the main event

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I never thought something like this could happen. At that moment, my thumb was on the door corner, and my cousin walked by, extremely furious. Without noticing, she slammed the door on my thumb, which resulted in me going to the hospital, holding half of my thumb with my other hand.

My mom was stressed out, she even yelled at my cousin for not noticing my thumb, though it wasn’t her fault. When we opened the door to see my thumb, it was cut in half. I tried to calm myself by repeatedly saying, "It’s going to be fine." My dad rushed me to the hospital, and my uncles were so worried because I was just a 10 year old girl. It would have been unfortunate to live my whole life without a thumb.

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After the main event

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When my dad took me to the hospital, it felt like a dream. I couldn’t remember what was happening back then, all I remember was that I tried my best not to look at my thumb. The nurse was shocked because I was a young girl, and with that kind of accident, how could I be so calm? The doctor told my dad that I did a great job handling the situation because if it had been another child, it would not have been the same. If we had been late by at least 5 minutes, they would have had to amputate my thumb. So, they started stitching my finger. It was a bit crooked, but it was fine.

After we went back home, my mom brought me gifts. It was a Hello Kitty watch, and my maternal uncle and his wife bought me a children's makeup kit.

The moral of the story here is to be careful where your thumb is. But the important thing is how I handled the situation back then, even when I was just a child. Now, as a mature woman, when I find myself in a hard situation, all I think about is how the younger Wejdan would act. It serves as motivation for me to keep going. If I handled something huge like that back then, the other things that come my way feel like a piece of cake. I wish everyone safety.