Post by Nicole on Mar 15, 2006 12:39:57 GMT -5
I walked along the path from the back side of my house to the front. It was small, brick and long. There were plenty of weeds along side of the path that I stared at while I slowly walked up the path towards the front of my parents military home. It was a medium sized home, light grey on the outside with white trim, and red shutters. I walked until I came to the stone driveway and the path turned right into a dirt path that followed down the alley next to me and near the back yard of the neighbors house. I turned towards the neighbors house and looked beyond the fence, glancing at a red rose that was large and beautiful through the fence. I slowly crossed the fence and nearly cut myself on the barbed wire. I came to the rose in the garden and began to twist it off of the branch. As soon as I had plucked it all the way off I heard an angry voice. I turned around to see a large German woman cursing at me from the house. I turned and ran as fast as I could to get out of the yard. Nearly cutting my bare legs on the fence again as I tried to dart through it as quickly as possible.
The rose clutched in my hands and the look of death in my face. I gave the rose to her mother. Mum knew what was going on. Mum asked her "Where did you get that rose?" and I said, "I picked it."
"From where?" Mom questioned. I looked down and then pointed in the direction of the garden. "Thats what I thought." Mum said.
Then she took me outside with the rose and brought me to knock on the door of the neighbor. She made me apologise. I did so. The German woman was still angry, but she took the rose from my hand and thanked my mother for being so kind as to apologise. Then she went into her house and put the rose in the window in a vase.
I could see it in her window, from my house for about 5 days.
It reminded me that I shouldn't take things from people
The rose clutched in my hands and the look of death in my face. I gave the rose to her mother. Mum knew what was going on. Mum asked her "Where did you get that rose?" and I said, "I picked it."
"From where?" Mom questioned. I looked down and then pointed in the direction of the garden. "Thats what I thought." Mum said.
Then she took me outside with the rose and brought me to knock on the door of the neighbor. She made me apologise. I did so. The German woman was still angry, but she took the rose from my hand and thanked my mother for being so kind as to apologise. Then she went into her house and put the rose in the window in a vase.
I could see it in her window, from my house for about 5 days.
It reminded me that I shouldn't take things from people