Thief One cool October night that fell on a Monday, my hard-working and tired father got home after diner and after my bedtime. He worked so hard that day that he forgot to give me my lunch money, so I starved the next day at San Lorenzo Jr High School. Before I when to Jr high, I used to bring in a lunch to school. Asking for lunch money and being given lunch money was still a new and easily forgotten event. The clock in my bedroom read a read 8:45PM as I lay awake pondering, on my twin size futon couch-bed, about that terrible unfocused day and how Tuesday would be just as bad; if I do not have my lunch and a snake at brake time. Unfortunately my father would have to go into work early, leaving my mother, who normally had no cash on her,
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I got out for bed and went to the kitchen as I decided to get some warm milk to help me get back to sleep. Making my way to the door, I touched the bitter cold doorknob and sundered, Man I dislike cold. Why can’t it be worm all the time? Shutting the door quietly behind me I tiptoed from the landing to the rust red spiraled starcase with every step being a soft “ding” which resonated throughout the house. Transcending down to the first floor, icy tiles meet me feet, I entered the L-shape room that made the living room to the right. I entered the dining room that changed into the kitten. Under one of the two insanely grotesque windows that open on both sides which let in both moon light from the full moon and the bitter-cold, sat the pine semi-gloss kitten table. On top of the table was splayed-out my father’s car keys, watch, and worn black leather wallet. I hesitated as I reached for the still warm wallet bulging with receipts and cards. With a deep breath I shrived as I opened the wallet and counted the money which my father made from to his hard-work. There was a ten and two twenty dollar bills. From these I stole one of the twenty dollar, the equal amount of money promised to my for lunch and placed the wallet exactly where I …show more content…
I could not get any homework done and I was able to focus on my farm chores. Time slowly ticked by with no progress on anything. Three hours passed when my father tiredly entered the front door attached to the kitchen. I knew from past experience not to rush my father as soon as he got home from work. I had to wait at lest ten minutes for him to put down his briefcase and relax. I finally approached my father in tears, “Daddy, I did something really bad.” He quickly hugged me and asked me to explain. “You forgot to give me my lunch money last Monday,” I sobbed more and then wiped my nose on the tissue my father handed to me, “so, I went to your wallet last night and stole twenty dollars. Please forgive me, I will never ever do it again.” With that my father laughed, “Sweetie, no need to be sad. You did not steal anything from me. I forgot to give you your lunch money. So, it is all my fault, not yours.” I was a little relieved by hearing my fathers response. However, that lesson and that pain will always be with me troughout my life. Wednesday will be a better day and I could work and eat without being
I got out for bed and went to the kitchen as I decided to get some warm milk to help me get back to sleep. Making my way to the door, I touched the bitter cold doorknob and sundered, Man I dislike cold. Why can’t it be worm all the time? Shutting the door quietly behind me I tiptoed from the landing to the rust red spiraled starcase with every step being a soft “ding” which resonated throughout the house. Transcending down to the first floor, icy tiles meet me feet, I entered the L-shape room that made the living room to the right. I entered the dining room that changed into the kitten. Under one of the two insanely grotesque windows that open on both sides which let in both moon light from the full moon and the bitter-cold, sat the pine semi-gloss kitten table. On top of the table was splayed-out my father’s car keys, watch, and worn black leather wallet. I hesitated as I reached for the still warm wallet bulging with receipts and cards. With a deep breath I shrived as I opened the wallet and counted the money which my father made from to his hard-work. There was a ten and two twenty dollar bills. From these I stole one of the twenty dollar, the equal amount of money promised to my for lunch and placed the wallet exactly where I …show more content…
I could not get any homework done and I was able to focus on my farm chores. Time slowly ticked by with no progress on anything. Three hours passed when my father tiredly entered the front door attached to the kitchen. I knew from past experience not to rush my father as soon as he got home from work. I had to wait at lest ten minutes for him to put down his briefcase and relax. I finally approached my father in tears, “Daddy, I did something really bad.” He quickly hugged me and asked me to explain. “You forgot to give me my lunch money last Monday,” I sobbed more and then wiped my nose on the tissue my father handed to me, “so, I went to your wallet last night and stole twenty dollars. Please forgive me, I will never ever do it again.” With that my father laughed, “Sweetie, no need to be sad. You did not steal anything from me. I forgot to give you your lunch money. So, it is all my fault, not yours.” I was a little relieved by hearing my fathers response. However, that lesson and that pain will always be with me troughout my life. Wednesday will be a better day and I could work and eat without being