I’ve been partially blind in my left eye when I was 6 years old. My older brother, by 2 years was cutting a small bush outside in our yard with a rusted machete. He asked me for help in holding down the root so he could cut the root off. I said, “yes of course!” That’s my older brother who I always looked up to forever. He hit the root with the machete and it got stuck so he had to wiggle it and pull back with almost all his strength. I thought,” what a weak little girl.” I laughed. He swung again with extra strength and the machete got stuck once again. I shook my head as I looked forward to get a better look at how he was squirming to get the machete loose. In a flash instance, I saw him get the machete loose and saw it coming straight at me. I couldn’t move away to elude the tip of the blade because the upward momentum was too fast for me to avoid. Darkness, pain and fear I felt as I had a throbbing ache on the left side of my head. I fell back unto the dirt, shaking and moving back and forth as I held my whole left side of my face with both hands. I could hear my brothers voice in anguish but couldn’t make up the words clearly due to the excruciating soul out the body torturous torment I found myself in. “Are you ok?” I first heard as an echo as I tried to hold back tears and snot preventing me from breathing. He was standing over me crying because he didn’t know what to do. He knew he shouldn’t have had that machete. He knew our grandmother,aunt and uncle were going to beat him until he passed out. I knew as well. When I was able to sit up with his help as I grabbed his arm , I looked at his face, knowing what could have happened and said,” I’m good, you look ugly crying, and you don’t know how to aim right, I could’ve done better than you next time give me the machete.”