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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Categories: flash fiction