Funny story #3

Me and my elder sibling used to play all the time when we were young. This is a story of how play time turned into a nightmare. 

This happened when I was like 4 years old and my sibling was like 9 years old. My mother had some urgent work so she was out. My sibling was in charge. The maid was doing the dishes.
At that time our house was under construction so we were living as tenets in this other house on the first floor. There was this balcony. It was neither too big nor too small. It was enough for us to play. So my father had bought this swing. Like it was made out of plastic and you could attach it on two sides and then one other person can swing you. So me and my sibling went to the balcony and there was this railing, it was made of iron. We went to a corner and we attached the two sides of the swing to the railing. The corner was really small but still I had to play.
I sat on the swing. Then the fun started. Now, if you ever sit on a swing someone will push you from the back but there was no space left behind me. So my sibling was pushing me from the front. After all we were only 4 and 9. We didn't have a lot common sense back then. I was having the time of my life. I was so happy. Then I tilted my head a bit backwards and at the same time my sibling pushed me a little harder and then
BAM !
My head the hit railing. It didn't hurt enough to make me cry but I definitely teared up. My sibling checked me.
Then said " Sam your head is bleeding! "
I was like "Obviously you are kidding". I said it because it didn't hurt that much.
Then when my sibling repeated it and In my head I was like "Oh no. My head is really bleeding. Maybe I should cry"
And I started crying. I think I panicked that's why I thought crying was the best idea. I mean I was only 4.

Hearing the bang and my cries the maid came running. She saw I was bleeding and went inside to get something to clean the wound. She came back with the cloth that was not meant to clean wounds at all ! She came with the cloth we used to clean the floors of our house with ! I know she was not educated so she obviously didn't know that a wound should be cleaned with a clean cloth. But why that? Why?!!! Now whenever I remember that time I don't think about the fact that my head was bleeding, I think that my head was cleaned with a mop! A mop!
Back to the story. Then we called our mother. By the time she arrived I had cried oceans. She came and took me to the hospital. The doctor made the dressing, like they do in movies. And I came back home with an ice-cream. So I was happy.

My sibling still picks on me by saying "Your head was cleaned by a mop. Thats why you are so stupid because their are worms in your head"
I reply, " If it weren't for you I would have never got that."
Then we both burst into laughter.
I asked my mother and she told me that it was only a scratch but still 4 year old me would have been scared by that too. I remember that time and have a laugh at how I started crying after I came to know my head was bleeding and not before. I was so stupid.

I have more stories with my sibling. I will share them in my upcoming blogs.

Thats all for now.Ciao ;)