It must have been a Saturday or Sunday because my dad was home. I don't know where the rest of my family was . . . it's funny how you can live own little world, even in a big family.
I was on another impossible mission. My family was trapped in the basement with now oxygen. I was going to save them. I had a bicycle pump whose hose I inserted into the top corner of the window in order to pump oxygen to those trapped below.
It was a great plan.
Except, there was a wasps nest in the corner of that window. They came out angry and stinging. I screamed and a wasp flew in my mouth and I sputtered spastically to get it out.
My dad appeared. He saw the bicycle pump laying outside and yelled at one of my brothers for leaving it outside. I didn't correct him. I was crying and he took me inside and washed my face. I laid on the couch that afternoon with a cold wash cloth over my face imagining it was swelling beyond recognition.
I didn't have to help with the dishes either.
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