I remember well the first time I got truly angry with someone because it was the first time I learned to forgive someone. So today I want to share what happened that day. To this day, I don't know if I did or acted right, but I think I did, because I acted the way I felt at the time.
It all started like always in school. I don't remember my age, but I do remember the grade and the classroom I was in, which was a mixed-sex classroom. It was a situation that had been going on for days and I had a friend named Rohan and we had met if my memory doesn't fail me like two years before, he liked to play soccer a lot and although the teachers scolded me for being a girl I also liked it a lot and I ended up playing with the boys in one way or another, Rohan liked to sit with me in class and he always asked me for my school supplies and my colors, and we always shared together what our families gave us for lunch, I remember that he always brought the best sweet almonds I've ever tasted in my life. One day without knowing exactly why or for what reason Rohan started talking about me with the other kids who played soccer and he didn't want me to play anymore. He said I was a pain and that I would tell the teachers who hadn't done their homework or who misbehaved when the teacher left the room. None of that was true because although I was a very dedicated student, I did like to take care of my classmates. When I found out what he was saying behind my back, I felt terrible. I cried and cried a lot. I also began to feel very ashamed. I felt as if my honor was broken or as if someone very important to me had betrayed me. I was so angry and didn't know what to do. I didn't want to see Rohan even in front of me, much less could I stand him continuing to sit next to me in class. The last straw was when he started using my pencils as if it were nothing. I didn't play soccer with them anymore, but I did want to keep playing, so I ended up just watching them from a distance in the corner. I thought if he saw me not playing with him anymore and not talking to him, he was going to ask me what was wrong, and then I would take advantage and tell him everything I felt. But days went by and he didn't apologize to me, nor did he care that I didn't play with him or the others anymore. All of this made me feel very bad and very sad inside and out.
The next day, I told myself I couldn't go on like this and went to play with the other kids. He looked at me strangely, almost with hatred or anger because I had said to let me play. I couldn't stand it anymore and asked him what was wrong. He said nothing, and I told him I forgave him for being an idiot. The other kids laughed. That day he asked the teacher to change his position. I don't think he ever forgave me like I forgave him. I think he felt very embarrassed in front of the other kids, and at that age, kids are very sensitive.
I changed and carried on as if nothing had happened. I tried to get closer to him, but he always ran away, scared and nervous. Despite my pride, I tried to regain our friendship. There was even a time when we sat down together again. But nothing was the same anymore. I will always remember Rohan's good qualities, and I forgive him and me for not continuing our friendship.
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