Poor me!

Poor me, I never have a good luck! Why? I can’t understand. Yesterday, I was walking to go home and it started to rain. I didn’t have an umbrella and I decided wait. While I was waiting under a house an object fell in my head and my head was covered of blood. I started to cry. When I was arriving to my house I stepped a banana and I fell. My sister was watching this scene from the window and she reported me. Now I have a “beautiful” memory of my fall and a broken arm.