Personal Narrative-My Mother Not Branches

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THE DAY MY BROTHER GOT STITCHES It was peaceful day then at 9´o clock at night my brother fell and cut his knee he had a big gash and i had to carry him to my mom and she drove us to the hospital and they did all the things they did for patients to have the bracelets to get in. Then we waited a hour while watching television then the doctor came and looked at his knee and we had to wait another hour again. Then they came and did the surgery while they were putting a pain medicine on the bruise so they took a needle and put it in the bruise felt he felt it and kick the doctor in the face so he had to get stitches he was screaming. Then he got a stuff