Imagine, you’re at a friends house wearing your new favorite white shirt and drinking the red juice your mom told you not to drink. You told yourself your mom would never find out so, why not? Here comes the dog and it feels as if everything had gone into slow motion. The dog knocked into you and your juice went splashing onto your white shirt. Now there is no way your mom is going to miss it. What are you going to do? There lays a memory of a mistake that will always linger in that everlasting mark of faded red.
