It was the morning of August 23rd, 2006. The sun was shining bright and the birds were singing near my bedroom window. This was a day that I had been waiting for, as it was my best friend’s seventh birthday celebration. The day before, we had spent every moment playing and hanging around in my bedroom. As any two young children would do, we played with my many toys and what not. Dolls laying everywhere, my mother’s makeup around my room’s floor, the karaoke machine in the middle of the family room, and some other games scattered about. In other words, a total mess.
When going downstairs to get breakfast with my family, I noticed that my mom was not wearing her big and pretty smile on her face as every other morning. Something was bothering her. As soon as we ate, she turned to me and told me she wanted to talk. All I said was that I did not want to be late for Nicole’s party and, suddenly, everything changed. Her eyes widened and her face expression went from slightly calm to furious. It was as if she became another person. Naturally, I asked what was going on and words started flying.
“Look at all the mess you have left. I specifically told you to please put everything away once you finished playing. You disobeyed me…” said my mother. At that moment, I tried interrupting her to tell her that I did not mean to go against her, but she kept yelling at me. The night before, when Nicole left the house, I was going to clean up, but was too tired and fell asleep. When mom finished reprimanding me, I felt bad for not following the rules, but it made me mad that she would not listen to me. Unconsciously, I made a face that got her enraged. Then is when she demanded I put everything I had played with in my toy chest. While she told me this, I clenched my teeth stronger than I did before and told her that I refused to.
My whole body started burning up and I could no longer contain my anger. As a response to avoiding expressing my rage, I turned and started walking away. She stopped me by grabbing my hand, but I instinctively pulled my arm away from her hand. At first, she froze because I had never acted like that but soon after, she smacked me and told me to go to my room. I rushed upstairs crying and locked myself inside of my bedroom.
After an hour or so, I came out of my room and found my mother crying in her chamber. I went up to her and asked for forgiveness because I knew that I was wrong for answering back and defying her. She then burst into tears and explained that she had completely lost it. Moreover, she made me realize how I totally misbehaved. In the end, I apologized and told her that I would never do something like that again.
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