It was a regular saturday morning and the entire family woke up bright and early ready prepared for whats up ahead. Saturdays was the day of the week were we would work together to clean the house and get what needs to be get done. After we would clean grandpa's huge mansion on saturdays, we could relax for the rest of the day and enjoy the afternoon swimming in the air pumped pool or maybe enjoy a movie on the television.
Each of us got special chores to do individually and one of my first chores is to clean my bed room alongside with Lucy. I had to change the bed spread and put them in a basket and so did lucy. I picked out my favorite sets of sheet with the heart pattern on it. In no time, i was already finished with spreading my bed and it was now time to sweep. I shoved the broom under my bed. I was expecting to bring out some dust or dirt but, instead I swept out toys, Lego pieces and candy wrappers. After wiping and rearranging some more items in my room, i was finished . Now I could finally stand at the door and admire my hard work. It really did pay off. After mesmerizing the brand new look, I took my trash basket downstairs along with my dirty bed spread for the laundry.
My next chore of all was to bathe my puppy cat Zolene, then to feed her with the puppy food mixed with cat treats for her breakfast. Caring for Zolene is my favorite chore to do but, it can be quite tiring and stressing at the same time. Sometimes I hate bathing her because, she also hates bathing. My grandpa always take her on a morning walk in the backyard to get her high spirited for her breakfast and bath. Zolene on the other hand enjoys to be outside but dislikes the water so, it takes two rat races and four sacvenger hunts to find her. Zolene thinks its some type of hide and seek before her bath in the mornings.
"Zolene! Zolene ! where are you?" I screamed but, heard no answer.
I got fruastrated after sometime and decided that maybe if I bated her with some treats she would come from her hiding place and then I would grab her. I teamed up with grandpa for this. Grandpa put some treats on the grass and tied and string on a basket next to the treats. The trick was to hide behind the tree and wait for Zolene to show up. Then, whenever she does show up, grandpa will pull the string and the basket will fall over and trap her inside. Then we would run and grab her. Grandpa and I waited for mintues until Zolene appeared from behind a bush. She walked slowly towards the trap but, did'nt seem to want to get close to it. It was as if she knew exactly our plan was. I could she the confused look in her face as she pranced around the trap. Zolene maybe had no idea on how to get the treats safely so she carefully went under paw by paw and just as she was about to run from the trap with a mouth filled with treats grandpa pulled the basket and successfully, Zolene was trapped at last. Now it was time to take her from underneath the basket. That was'nt as easy as it appeared in my head as Zolene already planned her next move and that was to run as soon as we tried to pick her up. She sprinted faster than how light travels. She was unstoppable at this point and maybe there was no way we could get her to bathe. Still, grandpa and I were determined to catch her once and for all. Our final option was to chase her through the narrow path in the garden. I would stand at the other end, leaving no other way for Zolene to escape. I stooped down beside the tomato field and waited for her. I heard the barking getting louder and I could feel the shake of the ground as she ran hardly. I looked up to see her storming straight ahead facing me. I was a bit startled that she might collid into me ,but I had to catch her at any cost.
"Gatcha ! you thought you could run forever didnt you? now its time for a bathe", I said.
I finally felt relief. I could not believe nor understand why bathing one pet takes up so much time and the chore isnt even started yet. Zolene, grandpa and I were muddy and looked a mess. I held Zolene tightly in fear of her escaping from my arms. I took her inside the house and headed toward upstairs. On my way, my mother stopped me.
"Why are you so dirty and why have'nt you bathe Zolene yet?" asked my mother.
"Well ask Zolene, she had grandpa and I running around behind her like we were some kind of paparzi or something", I said.
After all that I have been through, I thought that she would atleast settle her self and accept the fact that she had to bathe somehoe but, she didnt at all. Zolene was still determined to not like a single drop of water touch her fur. She screeched and bark when I put her in the water. She tried to escape but she had no choice as I held her down tightly in the water. I used her dog shower gel and used her favorite bath bomb. I brushed her fur, stroking it left to right until all the dirt and grass was off. She was looking very much cute as the water was absorb in her fur making in lay down on her skin. She was looking helpless and more innocent than ever. I gathered her nail clippers and some other pet care to make her look fresh and clean. Every thing was running smooth for a while and I thought that I had everything under control until I turned my back to get Zolene's towel. She jump from the bath, splashing the water all over me and all over the bathroom.
"Ughh! get back here you little!" I shouted.
Little did I know what was up for me next. I was trying to catch Zolene after she escaped from the bath as fast as I could. I ran passed the toilet and then through the door. I was still running behind her in the wet tracks. Before I could know it, I slid on the wet floor then, I fell flat on my face.
"Aghhh! I cried.
The pain from my face being smashed to the marble tiled floor was more painful than being kicked in the stomach. I screeched and cried out for dare's sake. My face was in so much pain and it felt like I broke something.
"I had to rush up here, because I heard some crying whats wrong?" asked my mother .
She picked me up and held me tightly in her arms.
"Oh my gosh! Honey! get here, I need some help", shouted my mother.
I tried to open my eyes as they hurt and by the sounds of my mothers call and the look on her face was terrifying. Then, I saw my father, Lucy and grandpa running up the stairs. It seems as if zolene ran downstairs and grandpa caught her. They too looked shocked by the state I was in. It took a toll on my sister the worst. She could not stop crying for me, no matter how much grandpa tried to comfort her. I was in malice with my puppy cat and I was ignoring her barks. Zolene sat by my head , and was licking my face, she was truly sorry for causing me trouble, but I just did'nt care, So I pushed her from my face.
"Stop licking my face already! you have already caused to much chaos!", I shouted.
My parents asked me how did I fall and I told them that I fell by trying to catch Zolene. I bet that something must have been wrong. I was concerned and asked why where they so frighten of my face but, they did'nt want to respond nor to show me how I looked. I guess they did'nt want me to cry or be overly stressed.
"Can you just please tell me whats wrong with my face because it hurts really bad?" I asked.
"We will show it to you, lets get this fractured bone some ice before the swelling gets worse and then we will take you to the ER (Emergency Room)", said my mother.
" What! fractured bone!" I screamed
I got even more terrified than ever just when I heard those words spilling from my mothers mouth. I was so devastated because, losing my natural beauty to an injury was one of my biggest fears but, I had no judgement over people with scars nor facial injuries at all and I surely thought that they are smybolic and cute. My problem was that, I dont know how I will handle it when it comes to bullies. I started to cry and sob as the pain worsens and I felt hopeless on losing the beauty of my young precious face at such an age . After some time, I became less worried of the injury. My main concern was my eyesight because, the vision in my left eye was becoming blury and that eye was hurting alot. When I opened my eyes, there it was the shock of my life. My nose looked like it was shifted and the area around my left eye and my nose bridge were severly swollen and was looking purple.
My mother wiped my face gently with warm water and then damped a cotton ball with alchol then, she poured hydroden paroxide on the bruise. next she grabbed a huge guaze and taped it over my eye and across half of my nose. I somehow found it strange how much I could barely feel the touch of my mothers tender hands caring for my face and a thought that my face was paralyzed poped up in my head.
There was no time left for wasting or even to change my wet clothes. My father grabbed a blouse from my wardrobe and they decided to get me changed in the car as I could no longer take the pain. My parents told my grandpa that there was an emergency and I needed to see an doctor right away. My sister Lucy looked devastated more than ever. Tears were falling from her eyes. Tears of true sadness. Tears that I have never seen her shed. She looked concerned and worried for me. I remembered hugging her tightly before leaving the house.
" I love you big sister", said Lucy as she sobbed.
" I love you too little sister, just help grandpa to take care of Zolene for me please", I said in a trembling voice.
I went into the car and sat in the back seat with my mother. My father was ready to go but, Lucy and I did'nt want to leave eachother. No matter how much she was convinced to let me go, she still stood at the car door holding my hands through the window. Then, suddenly she pushed her face through the window and kissed me on the cheek. I felt like chocolate melting under the sun. I have never really gotten such affection from my sister in a long while and so I know that she must have got a tender place where I will always live inside the caring side in her soul.
I tilted my head on the car door staring into the recked reaction of my sisters face due to my injury. I was already missing her and my home and the car just moved. Even though I was still in pain, alot was still running through my head and they eere surely creating a stoem. I was furious and was thinking about growing apart for my dog. I started to blame her for what she as caused and I promised to have less to do with her. I knew that she simply did'nt want to shower and maybe I could have avoided the incident my just walking instead of running on the wet floor. I regret my choice of even running or even accepting Zolene to begin with. Alot of none sense were running through my head even though I supposenly hated Zolene now, I still cared for her and if I had'nt I woukd not have asked my sister and my grandpa to watch after her while I was away.
My thoughts and worries were distrupted when my mother pulled me closer to her in an attempt to caange my top.