I looked at my father and he looked at me. "Why did you do it?" he
asked. I burst out in anger, "Why can't I do it?" Red with rage, he slapped
me hard. I touched my burning cheek, staring hard at him, whose face
was turned away from mine. Then I noticed my mother sobbing
beside him. I softened as my feelings overpowered me. I had never been
slapped before. My parents had never tried to understand me and
neglected me, like I was a child they had never wanted. They paid
attention to me only when I asked for something and I got almost
everything, except their love. They were always busy with work and I
often reasoned with myself that they were doing this for a good life for
me. It was hard to believe that. I let out a sob of frustration, tears of
sadness running down my cheeks. Being the richest among my friends, I
showered them with gifts, a small price to pay for their constant
companionship. However, they were troublemakers who tried to involve
me with their misdeeds. I always managed to escape, being the innocent
one, until now. They had convinced me to take my first cigarette and
policemen nearby caught us. I could not escape because of the
cigarette's strong smell. It was a small offence to my friends, a big one to
my parents and an eye opener for me. My father was raged, my mother
was crying, and I saw that they actually cared about my doings. They
were concerned for me after all. Witha hint of tears in his eyes, my father
turned to my weeping figure and asked once again, in a warm voice,
"Why did you do it?" As I began to reveal my feelings, my mother hugged
me and healed where it hurt the most. I guess I did it to get their
assurance of love for me.
. friends, a big one to
my parents and an eye opener for me. My father was raged, my mother
was crying, and I saw that they actually cared about my doings. They
were. first cigarette and
policemen nearby caught us. I could not escape because of the
cigarette's strong smell. It was a small offence to my friends, a big