My brother Jospeh was my role model up until the time i became 13. I always admired him though. But today i was watching TV, and my dad comes up from the basement. In his hand was my purse, which i thought i lost or forgot some where months ago. It had a $50 bill in it when i lost it, now gone. The gift cards drained of money, i emptied it out, hiding and scattering my money over my room. I was searching for a spot for my dimes when i see a gel toy on the dresser. It was Joseph's, i had found it on my cubby a few weeks back, and waited to get around to giving it back. I picked it up, and a quiet part of me said Through it away! hide it! Never give it back! But a louder part of me told me otherwise. I went downstairs and put the gel toy in his cubby. I asked myself why i would give a 25 cent toy for a priceless wallet, a $50 bill, and over $50 in gift cards. In my mind, i answered my own question :I want to be better than him.
prisonman1023 · Sun Aug 23, 2009 @ 05:47pm · 0 Comments |