Dear Diary,
The moment I realized why the little boy took my umbrella I knew giving it back to him was the right thing to do... my mum told me too with her rolling eyes. I wish I could have my umbrella back, but as I walked away in the dusty dark attic I held in my anger. I'm feeling so much regret giving away my yellow umbrella.
When I turned my back with selfishness and anger I saw through the window where the little boy looked happy and cheerful. I tried feeling happy for him but the guilt I had stayed within me, when I was about to leave I saw the little boy run up to me and he hugged me . . . in that moment I felt like my darkness and selfishness had disappeared and left. I now realize I've been awful and manipulative and am now feeling happy and relieved.
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