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“Dude,” he said, “that was Angela’s Mickey Mouse clock.”
My sister had a wonderful yellow Mickey Mouse clock which she got at Disneyland and cherished very much. She got it the first time we went there, and she knew she would not return for a very long time due to our parents’ lack of money. This clock was the only object she had kept from that magical trip and probably the only one she would ever have. The clock filled her with the magical childhood dreams that Disney had given her. It was broken and Angela was going to take it to Mr. Pedroso so he could fix it on the weekend. There was no way it could be fixed now.
“My clock!” screamed Angela. “Rodrigo what did you do?!”
“I wasn’t me, it was Geoffrey.”
The sad and disappointing expression on her tear-filled face made me feel like I had just received the biggest
punch in the stomach. I was so disappointed in myself for making her upset in the worst possible way. All I could feel was guilt and pain and disappointment. Her eyes almost spoke to me. “How could you?” was what her eyes said.
I still remember this very moment in my life and not one second of it do I not regret. She was the person I wanted to disappoint the least. She was and still is my angel, who cared for me so much, and now I felt like I had let her down. The shame I felt was immeasurable. She retreated back to her room, her broken clock in her arms, leaving only her sad expression stamped on my mind.
After the clock broke, Angela would not talk to me. She would avoid me in the house and in school. Whenever we did make eye contact, she would just flash the same disappointed look on her face at me. None of my family members would talk to me either, even Rodrigo would not make fun of me anymore. This bothered me deeply, which is why I decided to stay at my grandmother’s house for a while. As I walked into her home, I could see her backyard through the window. I thought about what Angela had said about apologizing to the Goodmans, and before I knew it, I was at their door.
“Mrs. Rosy? Mr. Pedroso? It’s Geoffrey. I just wanted to apologize for yelling at you.” I said.
“Hi dear, thank you for coming. That is very brave. Would you like to come inside?” asked Mrs. Rosy. Mrs. Rosy and I sat down to talk just like we had done that day, except that day turned out differently. I
apologized to Mrs. Rosy, then we resumed our conversation that I had abruptly stopped that day.
“Angela tells me that she loves you very much, and that you love her too. She also told me how much you hurt her. You see Geoffrey, by letting your anger get the best of you, you are also hurting the people you love most. Do you
love your sister Geoffrey?” said Mrs. Rosy. “Yes, very much.” I replied.
“Do you like to see her happy?”
“Yes.”
“Then try to keep her that way. Whenever you get angry, think of Angela’s face when you threw her clock.
Would you like a cookie?”
“Yes please, but how can I make her like me again?” I asked.
“I know Angela pretty well, and to make things better with her, you should give her some space.” said Mrs. Rosy. “What do you mean?” I asked.
“You should not try to apologize now, she is too hurt to talk. You should try to make her warm up to you. You
can do small nice things for her, things that will make her day a little brighter, that way you can see her happy again, and you too will be made up.”
Mrs. Rosy had a way of talking that just made me want to tell her everything. She was truly a sweet old woman, and I would love to talk to her once again.
“Thank you for coming Geoffrey. Now go and make your sister happy!” said Mrs. Rosy from the door as I was leaving.
I walked out of Mrs. Rosy’s house a changed boy. I was ready to accomplish one of the hardest things I have ever done in my life, I just had to wait for the right time.
That night, my grandmother had made boiled sausages and burnt rice for dinner, she was not much of a cook. She had invited the Goodmans and Mr. Blackburn to dinner too. She often did this, and she treated them like family. I was not very hungry, but I did enjoy talking to everyone at the dinner table. The only person who did not seem to be enjoying it was Grandpa Randall. He just sat at the end of the table, watching the soccer game on T.V. I was scared to try and talk to him, because once the game was on, he got mad at anyone who interrupted it. But I still felt bad, he never talked to anyone and was always secluded. It seemed as if he liked being alone, but deep down I felt like he was lonely.
After dinner, all of the guests would gather around the television to watch the game too. As I was walking towards it, Mr. Blackburn stopped me.
“Geoffrey, I just wanted to apologize for asking you to leave and cutting you off when you were talking that day. I should have listened to you and I was being inconsiderate. Would you like to talk now?” He asked.
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