I woke up with the sun blinding my already weakened eyes. Going to the kitchen to eat breakfast, I glance at the clock it said 12:00pm. My Grandma comes out (I call her mama pappy) asking “what I would like to eat” we both smile.
After some time has gone by chatting and eating hot cakes, she tells me that “we are going to go to look at the new Bass Pro Shop.” She cleans up and I leave to go play with my newly bought Legos. My Brother “Noah” plays on the computer and my Granddad “Popop” is in the dining …show more content…
They go left I good right by myself just to think a little. I don't even hunt, why am I in here it's cool and all but I'm not going to buy anything ever. But I'm here with my family because of my family and I just need to suck it up and apologize to her sincerely.
Walking across the all wooded bridge, overlooking everything on the first level I see popop on the other side. He wanted to show me something cool on the other side. I walk over, Popop and I were pretty much “cool” . When I saw it was like the coolest thing ever in a store, they had a laser gun shooting range. Noah was there and papa left, giving us a lot of quarters to use. An hour passed us by but it was time to have the talk I said to myself.
I go to find mama, she was at the store’s humongous fish tank filled with all kinds of beautiful and exotic fish. Walking up to her feeling very nervous and sick, but then sucked it up and said “hi”. She told me that what I said was “not nice at all and what had I done to deserve such hateful word”. I said “I was sorry I don't know why I said what I said and wrote what I wrote, I was not thinking”. She said “nobody deserves to be told straight up like that, nobody”. We sat down on a very dark green bench that was oddly …show more content…
I was saying “I didn't know and I was not thinking at all when I read it and how that it was just a stupid thing to do”. I thanked her for the Legos and all that she has given me, plus all the things that she has done. She calms down and says to me “it's okay”. We both laugh, I give her a huge hug and everything just felt okay.
Going back to the bright red truck not feeling like a torture chamber any more. The road trip home was better we talked, we lagged, and we went and got ice cream too. I learned that a diary or journal, however you want to put needs to stay your journal nobody's else's and sometimes things don't need to be said even if you think it's right or not. It was one of my most important learning experience of my life and I'm proud I didn't then instead of hurting someone else down the road.
It's okay to speak out, it's okay to be you, it's okay to be honest, but it's not okay to be a jerk, it's not okay to be selfish, and it's not okay to HURT others. I love my family and always