“The look on their faces”

I remember thinking that I had done something wrong.

Something I shouldn’t have done.

Something they didn’t want me to do.

I remember seeing the looks on their faces.

A look I’ll never forget.

I wonder why I did it.

I wonder if there was some reason why I didn’t listen.

I remember the look my father gave me.

And I remember the look my mother gave me.

And I was ashamed.

I still am.

Why had I done it?

Why couldn’t I just have listened?

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