The Tragedy of a Car Key Strike

My mother was holding me in one hand, and she was clenching the car keys in her other hand. My high-on steroids, post-asma attack brother had crawled between my sister's two feet to get a better vantage point. He wanted to get a front row seat to mum's reaction to his sister's hysterics. But at that moment, the pointy end of the car keys struck my brother right below his left eye,. Blood started gushing everywhere. The wound was pretty deep. Mum piled us all back in the car. And I remember very clearly my mother sobbing so deeply. After the second ER visit, and one night, and four stitches later, we finally