The Glass in My Foot
I was walking barefoot. I was walking on the bark chips. That is how I got a little piece of glass in the bottom of my foot. It felt like a little bark chip. I told Mommy, “it hurts!” When I was eating, it hurt. So Mommy was looking at it. She thought it wasn’t a bark chip. It was so little that we couldn’t see it. We could only see the blood. Mommy said, “Just take a nap now.” When I was sleeping God helped get it out.
When I woke up, it was better! My foot felt good.
—Lillian, age 3