My flesh sizzling, dissolving, the skin began to bubble, to become agitated. My body temperature began to rise, I screamed “Mommy” Mommy” no answer. I ran not knowing what part of my body was hit. I ran to the shower, impatiently turning the knob. Accidently turning it to warm, I cried not thinking I quickly turned it to the opposite direction. Cold, not cool but cold. The water did little help. Tears flew down my face sadly hidden by the water that was shooting down over me. I screamed again and again and again my mother’s name. At this point I did not care if she heard me. I sat on the shower floor, I cried.
What seemed like hours were really minutes. My mother came in not worried until she realized what had happened. She asked frantically what was wrong. I said as best as I could “I just got burned”, with no hesitation she took me to her room. Upon reaching my mother turned on her shower and quickly discardedmy clothingto view the injured places. My face, my right forearm, my left shoulder and my chest were all burned. Frantically she called nine-one-one. She was crying, she didn’t know what to do. “Everything is fine” she said, but I knew she was lying, I knew it was worse because I was the one in agonizing pain.
The ambulance arrived and very startled. They rushed into my house, I was crying. I think I lost more tears that day than I ever did in any past situation. I was asked if I could walk to the truck and I did slowly. It was the middle of winter that night, ice and snow freshly planted on the ground. Everyone around me told me it was freezing, but it was the best I felt since my burn. Forgetting all I had on was a tank top and shorts, it still felt hot. I felt at ease for the few moments I had outside on that winter night.
It was there I laid on the hospital bed woken up from being drugged to ease my pain. There I saw my mother: my rock, my life. It was then I realized how strong she was, how strong I want to be. The one thing she loved the most could have been taken away from her and she still stayed strong. I learned a lesson that night a lesson only a mother could teach. Fight for what you love and always stand by it because you never know when it could be taken away from you.