It went dark, I couldn’t see anything, I heard sirens, and my mum calling my name.
I woke up and I was in the hospital, my mother and father were both crying, I asked then what happened they said that I was walking and then an explosive bomb hit me, and it blue of my arm of and then it broke my left leg
I started crying, I looked down and I tried to move my leg but I couldn’t, I didn’t have a right arm.
5 weeks later
I am on the couch watching my favourite show with my left leg up and ice on my right shoulder because I don’t have an arm
I needed to rest a lot