.Thursday, August 28, 2008 ' 12:51 AM Y
since i have nothing else better to do and i love writing compositions sooo much i posting one on my blog:) yar. people who find it too long can dont read it . i typed it for fun. enjoy :) later going kahling's house bake cookies for teachers. yeah yeah
As i wrote in my personal journal, tears started to flow down my face. I slowly pen down my heart felt words...
Brother, it has already been a month since you left home. I wonder how you are getting along. I am sorry. I should not have lied...
I remembered that, that day, i just came back from school. As i bent down to take off my shoes , my bulky bag knocked into a flower pot. The flower pot shattered into pieces. It was one of dad's treasured plants. Dad was a man who really loves plants, he always believed in being interdependent with them and would definitely hit the roof when he finds out what happened. Being terribly afraid of my father's temper, i quickly used a broom and swept all the soil and broken pieces of the flower pot onto some newspaper, wrapped it up and threw it away.
Not remembering to throw the uprooted young plant, i went to take a shower and went to do my work. It was a good thing that both my parents were not home yet. Just as i started on my revision, my brother came home. He did not realise the missing flower pot.
Time flied and evening came very soon and my parents arrived home wearily. after having a wonderful dinner, my father went to water his plants. Not long after he started doing so, my father stormed angrily back into the house. I timidly wondered if he had realised his missing plant. Only then did i remembered that i threw everything away except the plant, itself.
"Amanda, Roy. Come here right now !" my father shouted as his faced turned all shades of red.
we rushed to him. we could even smell his anger. My brother looked puzzled at why my father was so angry but i knew what had angered him. I scanned my brain, looking for a convincing reply to my father's anticipated questioning.
"which one of you broke my flower pot and kept quite about it and even threw the soil and flower pot away ?" he asked as expected.
"It wasn't me ! i still saw your plant when i got home." i quickily lied in order not to suffer the wrath of my father.
"what plant I didn't break any plant or their flower pot." My brother replied, still a bit confused.
"Roy! Own up now ! your sister said that she saw that the plant was still there when she came home from school, so it must be you. I don't believe that she would lie at such a young age !" as my father said this, my conscience pricked me but i brushed it aside.
My brother kept insisting that it was not broken by him and continuously glared at me , making me feel very uncomfortable so i avoided his eyes. knowing that there was no way he could convince my father, he went to his room frustrated and slammed his door shut.
Awhile later, my father came to talk to me about the whole incident. When he asked my once again if i was telling the truth, i wanted to tel him i was not but it was as if i could not control myself any more, i told him i was and brother did it.
Suddenly, my brother's door flung right open. He emerged from the room with a bad in his hand and before running out of the house , he screamed"since you rather trust that little lying brat than me, i am leaving and i won't come back !!! " ....
I am really sorry brother, i am sorry i lied , i have already told father what really happened . Father doesn't trust me anymore now and i still blame myself . i hope that you will see the posters i put up , seeking your forgiveness. Please come home soon, brother i miss you. Please forgive me.
The door bell just rang. Could it be you?
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