Jalpa+Patel

﻿﻿ <> Lonely “Mom I’m gunna go ride my bike,” I yelled standing in the garage wearing my black air walks. The sun was gleaming onto the unpaved street. My street was the size of an ant’s mansion, there isn’t much activity going around in my street. I hopped onto my bike and rode off. My sister came outside and waited for me. She yelled, “Jalpa, come here!” Racing down in front of her feet, I pressed the brakes. I placed one of my foot on the hard dusty ground and looked back to see the marks I had made by tire sliding because I hit the brakes. “What?” I asked. “Go wear your helmet; my baby sister rode out with her pink helmet with purple flowers on it.” mom stated. “Whatever!” I thought to myself. I dragged myself I was about to try something new, I never had tried before. While I started riding uphill my neighbor’s silver BMW was riding out. My baby sister was in front of me and the silver BMW was behind. “Get to the side,” I yelled to my sister. My bike started to shake and I lost balance. I closed my eyes and... “Thud!” I heard as I opened my eyes. My face was on the road and I could feel my wrist in pain. Quickly and safely my sister came to the rescue. Helping me up, she asked “are you alright?” “Honk,” my neighbor’s car beeped. My sister moved my bicycle to the side so the BMW could pass through. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Tears were coming into my eyes and before I know it drops of water were rolling down my checks. We ran to my mom and I told her what had happened. I had a couple scratches around my wrist. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I’ll put a bandage around it, “she said examining my wrist, hoping I don’t broke my wrist. She gently put a brown bandage around my wrist. A in lot of pain I screeched “awwww!” I screeched as I carefully let my arm hang. “Mom, I think my wrist is broken.” I then walked out of the room to watch TV. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I’m home,” my father yelled as he came into the house “What happened to your arm?” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I think I broke it. Mom whispered “we could go to JFK emergency room and check out her arm.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Well let’s go,” my dad barked pointing at the door. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Quickly my dad and I got to JFK hospital. After waiting a long line, it was our turn. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Instructing me to go sit on a bed the man pointed to an area. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Two chairs a TV, a table and a bed. It looked like a mini bedroom. While I gently hopped onto the comfortable bed my dad sat on the black chair next to the bed. Flipping through channels on TV, I waited for the doctor to check me. After about 4 hours the doctor came, it was 12:00 a.m. and I was the last patient. She examined my arm and poked my ark gently with the back of a pen, “can you feel it?” the lady asked. Well she did that about several times. My answer didn’t change it was “yes”. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">She wrapped a bandage around my arm; It was starting from my hands to my elbow. She gave a card to my parents “go to this Dr. tomorrow and he will follow through” she said “he is an orthopedist doctor. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Safety and slowly we drove home. Hungry and exhausted I went to grab something to eat. After eating a peanut butter and jelly sandwich I went to bed. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Hurry up; we might be late to our appointment today” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">My mom yelled putting on her shoes. “I’m coming,” I shouted back to her as soon as engine started we rode off in 20 minutes we arrived at to the Doctor’s office. We parked and my mom went to the counter and I sat on the brown stiff couch. Shortly after, my mom joined me at a table with magazine next to me. There was the New York Times, seventeen, working mother, and some book for kids to read. In the waiting room everyone was busy reading a magazine or a book. Finally. It was our turn. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Patel jalpa!”A lady called as she came into the waiting room. My mother and I followed the brown haired lady into a room. It was painted with drab gray and the sun was shining through a window sitting in the corner, a skeleton stood there dreaming into space, and the cabinets and drawer were on the left. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“The Doctor will be with you soon,” said the lady while closing the room door. In about ten minutes, the door slowly opened and a tall, blue shirted man was framed into the door. He had a stethoscope around his neck, and yellow folder in his hand and a pen in his left shirt pocket. Black tie and black paints. He stood as tall as the empire state building. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“How are you?” he asked while shaking my hand “I’m Dr. Mcpartland, you must be Jalpa, right?” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I’m fine,” I struggled to answer. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“First, we will take some X-Rays to find at more about your arm.” He said “follow me.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I sat in a chair with a big machine in front of me in a dark room. He told me to place my arm on the board in different directions. A lady was standing behind a white wall the size of a door she pressed a button and the machine made a beeping noise. She did about three of times. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Good Job,” she whispered. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I went outside and I was glad that was over. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">The doctor said “wait in the room.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Ok, so we have an x-ray of your wrist. It’s your hand sideways and flat,” he said placing the x-rays on a lighten board, “you have a broken bone and a cracked bone. You’re lucky to have only one of them cracked.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">While he was talking to my mother about my arm I sat on the table and Casey, this assistant, on wrapped the bandage slowly. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">What color cast do you want?” asked Dr. Mcpartland standing by the boxes of casts. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Off course my favorite color, Green,” I replied. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">He took the green pasture out and dipped it into hot water and wrapped it around gauzes. It was a long process. My arm was very stuffy and heavy like a rock. After my arm was done with plaster my mom asked some question to doctor and he answered all her answer. At the end, my mom scheduled my appointment 2 weeks later that month. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Finally we were on the way to home. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">My sister and I were going to play basketball with my friends. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Mom, were leaving” my sister yelled. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Don’t let jalpa play at all,” my mom said. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">My sister yelled back to my mom “Ok mom,” we both were off. We arrived there and my friends and I were ready to play. We made teams and I noticed my shoes were untied. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Janvi, can you please tie my shoes?” I asked <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Sure,” she mumbled. As Janvi tied my shoes, the others made teams. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“What team am I on?” asked Janvi. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Ours,” one of my friends called out, “team A.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“What about me?” I asked. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“None,” my friend said. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Why?” I asked. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“You have a broken arm”. They stated. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“I can play with the one hand.” I replied. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">“Sorry,” she mumbled, “come on lets go play.” <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">I dragged myself to the curb and dropped sitting there all alone. I thought about all the disadvantages I had with the stupid cast. I can’t write, I can’t eat with my dominate hand, can’t play anything and I can’t do a lots more other things I wish to do,” But there were some advantages, like not washing dishes, not doing chores, watching T.V. or reading all day and more. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">The game started and the score was 6 to 9. It went smooth like a baby’s but. Picking up a rock, I started making shapes on the floor, drawing figures, shapes and peoples I started feeling hungry. I didn’t really play attention to the game; it didn’t mean anything to me. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">At the end of the game the score was 26 to 23. My sister’s team won, I was happy for her. After the game we went home and I ate pasta, one of my favorite types of food. <span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;">Now I see that my friends weren’t being mean to me. they were just protecting me. In the past they have never made me feel like I don’t belong in this world. They just didn’t want me getting hurt anymore. Now I understand that concept. They were protecting me. No matter what, I will always love my friends and my family.

<span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 115%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"> Author's Note

I would like to thank my mom for the inspiration of this memoir. I wrote this memior because it was my biggest injury of my life so far. When some one says no to you, dont take it the wrong way because there is alway a reason behind it. I will always remember this incident in my life. Remember that no matter how old you get, your memories will always stay with you.