Glass
 
I was kneeling on a dining room chair, while my mother and father washed dishes. I was flexing my hands, and trying to talk. My father grabs a soapy dish and it slips out of his hand. There is a loud crash and my mother screams. I feel a sharp pain in my left leg, right behind my knee. My mother yells at my father. I can't remember what I saw. I remember thinking, what is happening. I remember my mother wrapping a dish cloth around my leg as they rushed the hospital.