It was a beautiful Saturday in late April in 2000. My dad was off from working at UPS and he was pushing my sister Lisa and I on the swings and my mom was sitting on a blanket with my new baby sister Emma who was only 2 weeks old. I was 5 years old, almost 6, and the biggest sister in my family. Since I was the biggest sister, I didn’t need my dad to push me as much as he pushed Lisa, who was only 4 at the time. Lisa wanted to be like me and sometimes I didn’t like that, but on this Saturday, I loved it as we laughed together. It’s like we were flying on the swings.
After what seemed like forever, we pulled into the hospital parking lot and my dad dropped my mom and Lisa off at the emergency doors. As soon as they walked in, people started walking towards them. They slowly disappeared behind the big doors and we went to go park. My dad still wasn’t talking but his long, quick strides told me to hurry up as I tried to keep up behind him. My dad said his first words as he told me to hang back as he talked to the lady at the front desk. Once again, I tried my best to keep up as we went between those big doors and got to another waiting room. It had a long white hallway with white tiles and it was cold. We just sat down and waited. Not long after, we heard a loud scream. It was Lisa. My dad covered his eyes. We heard her scream 8 more times with every scream just as heart wrenching as the first. Finally, a doctor had come to talk to us, and they told us we could go see Lisa. Well my mom and dad switched spots, but I still didn’t get to go. I wanted to know why Lisa was screaming. I wanted to know that she was okay. She got 9 stitches millimeters away from left eye. My mom said Lisa was really lucky because she didn’t hurt her eye, that they could tell. My mom was quiet again, just like my dad. Some lady that wasn’t a doctor approached my mom, Emma, and I. The lady told my mom that she needed to talk to me – alone. My mom asked some questions that I couldn’t hear and then told me to follow this lady. We went down the big white hallway to a room. The room was even colder, and I was confused why my mom and Emma couldn’t come with me. The lady was nice though. Another lady walked in and they started asking me all kinds of questions about my sister Lisa. “What happened?” “Are your parents nice to Lisa, are they nice to you?” “How did Lisa get hurt?” “Have I ever been hurt like that?” The questions were very repetitive, and I thought they already knew what happened to Lisa. I must have answered the questions right because the nice lady took me back to my mom. We didn’t see her again.
Finally, I got to go see Lisa. My mom, Emma, and I all went back to the room. Lisa’s whole left side of the face was swollen and bruised, and she wasn’t crying anymore. However, I couldn’t hug Lisa; I could only hold her hand. The doctor came in and talked to my parents about how to take care of Lisa. I wasn’t going to be able to sleep in the same bed with Lisa or play with her for a while. Finally, it was time for us to go home. My parents still were in their red soaked shirts and there was some blood on the seats. Lisa smiled on the car ride home.
My backyard was pretty big, and it seemed bigger cause there was no fence between my house and the neighbors that lived behind us. Nothing could ruin this day. My dad went to grab one of our white deck chairs and put it just to the side of Lisa so he could still push her, and I had jumped off to go admire Emma. Suddenly, I heard a loud clunk and screaming. I turned around and my dad was off the chair and kneeling down next to Lisa in the rocks. Lisa had flown backwards off of the swing into the house and hit her head against the rain gutter. Lisa’s skin had turned red and puffy. My dad scooped up Lisa and my mom got Emma. I ran frantically behind. It was a blur. I started crying as I didn’t know what was wrong with my little sister. As we were running past the deck into the house, the neighbors that lived behind us had come out – probably from all the commotion- and asked if I wanted to stay at their house while they went to the hospital. I did not. I wanted to go with my sister to make sure she was okay. I didn’t skip a beat when I told them no and my mom and dad didn’t have time to argue about whether I should stay or not. So, we all filed inside and headed straight to the garage. My mom put Emma in her seat, I got in the way back, and my dad grabbed some towels for Lisa. Lisa was handed off to my mom and my dad got into drive. My mom’s white shirt turned red quickly as she held Lisa against her. My dad drove fast, that’s how I knew it was serious. He would get in trouble with UPS if he got a ticket, but that didn’t matter now. The car ride was so loud but felt so quiet. I wish my sister wouldn’t have let go.
When we got home, Lisa wanted to watch her favorite movie, The Aristocats. Normally, I would argue because we watch that movie all the time. But that day, I couldn’t wait to watch that movie with her. I was so happy my sister was okay. I was so happy I was able to be there for my sister. I used to hate that Lisa wanted to be like me and copy me all the time. But after that day, I wanted to be like Lisa – I still do.


