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♥ Monday, November 07, 2005
12:30 AM


A Grave Mistake

Tears kept flowing from my eyes. My cheeks were wet. I could not hold them back. The rage within me would not go off. I felt as though the time was moving very slowly. It seemed like forever waiting for the bus.
At last, the bus came. The bus was not so crowded. Everyone looked at me as if I was from another planet. I sat at the corner and reflected on what had happened earlier.
My parents were bias against me. They favored my younger sister, Emily. They seemed to love her more. Everything I did was wrong. I was not as smart as her nor was I talented as Emily. I felt as though I was not part of the family. I felt like a total stranger.
I could not take it anymore and decided to run away from home. I thought I could survive on my own but I was wrong. I was almost raped by a stranger while walking aimlessly in the dark alley alone. I managed to hit him on the head with a thick wooden stick and ran as fast as I could without turning back. I was terrified and regretted running away from home.
I had nowhere to go. I was not so sure where to go. It was raining cats and dogs so I finally settled down under a block. My clothes were soaking wet and I was quivering due to the cold surrounding.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw shadows. It looks familiar. As it moved towards me, I then realised that that was my parents and I was so glad to see them. I have never felt so safe and secure in their arms. I apologised for running away from home and making them worry sick about me.
This made me realise that my parents loved me the same as they loved Emily. Maybe I was too jealous of Emily and I have let my imagination run wild. I began to appreciate my parents more after that.

The End.