My mom got up late at night to get a glass of water, but she was a little woozy walking down the stairs because she was so tired.
I woke up to someone crying, so I got up to see who it was.
I walked down to see my mom laying at the bottom of the stairs with a broken arm and tear running down her face. I knew it was a broken arm because there was swelling and bruising by where the pain was.
I sat my mom on the couch, propped her arm up then ran into the kitchen to get an ice pack or frozen vegetables.
I grabbed the frozen peas, my phone then called 911 because I can not drive to the hospital, I am under age.
As we waited for the ambulance to come, I gave my mom an advil to take some of the pain away. I told her everything would be okay, and that she would just be put in a cast since it looked like a greenstick fracture