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When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but he was at a business dinner. The coach drove me to the ER herself. Dad's response when they called? "Just set it and bill me."

The desert sun hung like a brass coin in the cloudless sky, beating down on the weathered boardwalk. Sarah Matthews stood in the shadow of the general store, her cotton dress heavy with dust, watching as riders approached through the shimmering heat waves.

When I was 12, I broke my arm at gymnastics practice. My mom was at a wine tasting event when the coach called. She told them to just take me to the hospital and she'd check on me tomorrow. I sat in the ER alone for four hours.

I sat by the window, watching the garden grow wild. Jason called again, suggesting I finally sell the lawnmower. He doesn't understand that every flower here was planted with Daniel. I’m not ready to leave these walls behind just because my family thinks I’m getting too old.

Mrs. Smith had finished feeding the chickens in the evening light, her shadow stretching long across the muddy farmyard. She paused by the stable door, watching the horses settle for the night, their warm breath visible in the cooling air.

Being a parent, you know, it completely shifts your perspective on everything. You find this inner strength you didn't even know existed. I mean, when you're playing a character facing the unthinkable, you just draw from that real, fierce love that defines every single thing you do.

When you're building a scene, it's not just about the words on the page. I find myself diving deep into those subtle nuances, those quiet moments between the lines. That's where the real truth of the character lives.

When I was 14, I broke my arm at my cousin's wedding reception in Atlanta. My mom was busy taking photos with the bride when it happened. The hospital called her three times before she finally showed up, still wearing her party dress and complaining about missing the cake cutting.