There I sat, playing with my favorite bottle from the set. I loved standing on the lower shelter, stretching my hands and skillfully pulling out my favorite glass bottle from the top shelf. I loved playing with it. It gave me peace often. It was a gift.
But then, one day. It broke. In front of me lay million shattered pieces of it. Each piece reflecting sunlight in a broken way.
I stood there, scared. Unsure of whom. Squeezed my eyes tightly hoping and desperately wishing for Magic to turn back time and clean up the mess. I felt sorry. For the mess I had created. I messed up. I shouldve been careful. Should have beautifully reciprocrated how adults enact patience. Now I wont be trusted with big tasks and responsibilities. I felt sorry for not being adult enough, I felt sorry for being a kid. Oh how I wished that day that I grow up soon.
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