Hello!
Voilà la petite histoire :
It was back when I was only 8 years old, at that time, I was small, naive and, well... clumsy.
It was a cold winter night, two weeks before Christmas.
My parents were out of town for a few days and I was left alone with my older brother, who was 17 at that time.
They counted on him to take care of me but, that night, he wasn't at home... because a night out with his friends was always better than a night watching over his clingy little sister at home.
So I was left all alone in a huge house full of dangers for a little child like I used to be.
When my brother left the house, I was asleep but because of a nightmare I woke up during that night. I was really scared and I tried to go to see my brother to be appeased but well, as I already said before, he wasn't there so I was even more scared.
I was a child so I didn't know how to contact my parents or my brother so I just panicked : I started to scream, to cry and... To run.
I tried to run in the stairs but I miserably failed and started falling.
Before I could realize anything I was at the end of those stairs. My head, my back, my arms, my legs... my whole body even was in pain.
I was crying like I had never did before, so much that my neighbors came to help me.
Luckily, the front door was open, they called an ambulance. That is how I broke my leg and my arm.
