It all began in the morning when my little brother, Kevin, decided to climb our mango tree. Kevin is only five, and our mum always tells him not to climb the tree because “you’re too small!” But does he listen? Of course not.
I was sitting outside doing my homework and I suddenly heard this loud ‘crack!’ I looked up just in time to see Kevin falling from the tree like a sack of potatoes. He landed on the ground with a loud thud, and I froze. For a second, I thought he was just going to bounce back up, but he didn’t. He started crying so loudly that I knew this was serious. “Mum!” I screamed, running into the house. Mum came rushing out, wiping her hands on her apron, and when she saw Kevin holding his arm funny, she gasped. “We need to take him to the hospital!” she said.
Our neighbour, Baba Ethan, has a motorbike, but he wasn’t around. That’s when Mum decided to call for an ambulance. I’ve never seen one in real life before, only on TV, so I was kind of excited—until I remembered why it was coming.
When the ambulance arrived, I couldn’t believe how fast it was. It had flashing lights and this loud siren that made all the kids in the neighbourhood come out to watch. The ambulance looked exactly like the ones I’ve seen in cartoons, with a big red cross on the side. The men who came out wore uniforms and carried a stretcher. They looked very serious, like superheroes on a mission. Kevin was still crying, but the medics were so nice. They told him he was very brave and gave him a shiny sticker with a smiley face. They let me ride in the ambulance too, and to be honest, it was kind of fun. The inside had all these gadgets and blinking lights, like a spaceship.
One of the medics, a lady with kind eyes, asked me to hold Kevin’s other hand and talk to him so he wouldn’t be scared. I told him stories about superheroes and how he was going to get superpowers after this. When we got to the hospital, the building was surrounded by big green trees, just like the ones at our school. Kevin was taken inside, and Mum told me to stay in the waiting area. I sat there swinging my legs and looking around. The nurses smiled at me, and one even gave me a glass of juice.
After a while, Mum came back and said Kevin was fine. He had a small fracture, and they put his arm in a cast. Kevin looked like he was ready to cry again, but when I called him “Iron Man,” he smiled a little. So, yeah, that was my day. Kevin is home now, showing off his cast to everyone and saying he’s a superhero. I’m just glad he’s okay. But I hope he learned his lesson—no more mango tree climbing for him!