Personal Narrative Essay On Punishment

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Ever since I was little, I was always the child that got punished the most in my family. I always thought of it as unfair, cruel, and painful. There were never any positives from the punishments, in my eyes. But to my parents it was a way to help me grow and to be a better person. I didn’t realize this until these past years, when I got into highschool. All that I could remember from the punishments were crying, pain, and wishing I could run away. Whenever I got punished I would cry and yell at my parents saying that they were unfair, that I was always the one getting in trouble, that I did nothing wrong. But after I get punished, each time they would sit me down and ask me if I knew why I got punished. They’ll tell me why I got punished and say that they do it because they love me. However that never got to me, I would just think, if they loved me, they wouldn’t punish me, that they are just lying, and that they actually hate me.
There was this one incident I remember vividly that happened just two years ago. I went with my parents to the Comcast store to find a new promotion for our internet usage. I was extremely annoyed because I had homework to do, was tired, but was forced to go because I needed to
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I really don't know where I'll be right now and what would've happened to me. I'm glad I made the right decision to go back to them as they are my parents. Although they may say things that pierce through my heart causing pain. They still are my parents who have fed me, clothed me, and provided me shelter since I was born. I am lucky to be alive today, to be healthy, to have parents, and everything I have. Because there are a lot of people who don't, I have learned to be thankful and that there is no point in being negative because nothing but negatives come out from being negative. To create positive vibes one needs to be positive, and I still stand by that

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