scary moment

I looked up to see my dad pacing in the hospital waiting area. Everything seemed to have happened so fast, I was not able to comprehend what was happening around me. Even now remembering back to that moment so long ago, it is hard to determine which parts really happened and which parts are just figures of my imagination. The one part of that memory that is crystal clear, was when my whole family pilied into the car in a mad rush to the hospital. My dad in the drivers seat, my mom holding my 2 year old brother's bloody pinky with a towel, and me in the back seat. We rushed to the hospital, my mom tending to my brothers pinky while it gushed out liquid red blood into the towel , my dad yelling at me saying it was all my fault. Right before this is when my memory gets fuzzy. My mom says that I was too young to remember all of it. She said that when I was 3, I went into the garage and my brother followed me without me realizing, until the automatic door already closed on my 2 year old brothers pinky, chopping off the very tip of his pinky off. Thats when the bits of my memory starts to kick in and I remember the car ride and the pacing in the hospital waiting room. In the end my brother got his pinky sewed back on, but I will never forget the fear and anger that flashed through my familys mind, including mine, that day.