My worse day ever
My worst day ever was the day my brother fell out the window, and almost died. My brothers name is Ali. He was born on January 9, 2004 and is the fourth child in our family. He was eight and a half years of old. It all happened on Tuesday September 11, 2012. My day began like any other day not knowing what was hidden for me, I thought that this was going to be a great day. I had no idea that my brother was going to fall from the second floor window and almost die. In this essay I will be informing you about how my day began, to how he fell and what happened at the end.
I went to school like always and came home. When I arrived home we were told that guests might come over, so I cleaned the house and got dressed. After we completed cleaning we had our dinner. During the meal the children had made quite a mess under the table so I went upstairs to grab the vacuum. My room was next to the room where all the boys slept. There were five boys that slept in that room since we lived with our cousins. It was impossible to have beds so they had five mattresses on the floor but because we had to vacuum we put three against one wall and parallel to that wall and put the other two under the window. As i passed through the rooms I noticed my brother Ali and cousin Mustafa were throwing themselves and jumping on the mattress from one wall to the other. As I grabbed the vacuum and left my room in the corner of my eye I saw my cousin Mustafas face.
His face was red and he look like he was scared. I’ve never in my life seen a young child scared in that way. I sensed something wrong so, I began to look for Ali but, there was no sight of him. All I saw was the open window and oddly, the screen was half ripped off. I let go of the vacuum and ran to the window. I barely saw anything, all I saw was his arm, I felt my heart drop. If someone to hit me at that moment there would not have been even a single drop of blood thats how ice cold and shocked i was.
I went to school like always and came home. When I arrived home we were told that guests might come over, so I cleaned the house and got dressed. After we completed cleaning we had our dinner. During the meal the children had made quite a mess under the table so I went upstairs to grab the vacuum. My room was next to the room where all the boys slept. There were five boys that slept in that room since we lived with our cousins. It was impossible to have beds so they had five mattresses on the floor but because we had to vacuum we put three against one wall and parallel to that wall and put the other two under the window. As i passed through the rooms I noticed my brother Ali and cousin Mustafa were throwing themselves and jumping on the mattress from one wall to the other. As I grabbed the vacuum and left my room in the corner of my eye I saw my cousin Mustafas face.
His face was red and he look like he was scared. I’ve never in my life seen a young child scared in that way. I sensed something wrong so, I began to look for Ali but, there was no sight of him. All I saw was the open window and oddly, the screen was half ripped off. I let go of the vacuum and ran to the window. I barely saw anything, all I saw was his arm, I felt my heart drop. If someone to hit me at that moment there would not have been even a single drop of blood thats how ice cold and shocked i was.