As my mother yelled at me for hitting my little sister, I began to get nervous. I was afraid she was going to punish me. I started to twiddle my thumbs, palms sweaty. My eyes began to roam around the room as if they were searching for the escape. She seemed to keep getting louder and louder, piercing my eardrums with every word. Eyes tearing up, body trembling in fear. Not even sure what she is yelling anymore. I am unable to concentrate on what she is saying. My mind is more focused on what my punishment will be. Finally she had stopped yelling, but that didn’t make the situation any better. I stood there staring at what looked like a monster now, hovering over me, as if she was waiting for my response. Body still trembling, I manage to spit out, “I’m sorry.” She made me sit in my room, which was good because it took me for what seemed like eternity to calm down. Learned my lesson and I never hit my sister again.
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