Everything but me is important.

So, I was just sitting at my laptop like a good girl, finishing my meal.

After going through Youtube for giggles, my mom walks into my door and says,

“Did you take the broom?”

“No, but it is in here.”

As I’m handing her the broom and dustpan, she looks down at me and she asks,

“What’s that red stuff all over your leg?”

Me, being a jerk, sarcastically said, “BLOOD… WHAT ELSE COULD IT BE?”

Though, as I’m checking out my leg, and I feel the red, I realize that it really is blood.

So, I’m freaking out.

I’m looking at my knee, and it is sliced.

Cuts going all around the knee.

And this one mark of a cut doing down halfway past the rest of my leg.

Now, what gets me is my mom.

She didn’t say anything like:

  • Are you okay?
  • Need a band-aid?
  • Let me get you something for that.
Oh, no, only really caring parents would do that.
She says, and I quote,
“The blood is all over the floor,” and left.
And that’s it.
She just left.
Now, I’m looking at the stain on the floor, and it’s smaller than my pinky.
Not cool.
I just adore how loving my mom has been to me lately.