mother and i’m not sure or just can’t remembered if i even cried over that for fear that my father found out.
when i was 12 years old, my father and his two brothers were in the process of building our first house. during that process, i decided to build something for my mother. so i had some wood and i was cutting it on the table saw but when i put it through it slipped out of my hands and my left hand: middle, ring, and index finger were fairly mangled in the process. the people next door came over and helped me and called the ambulance. once i was 