Short Story on Morals
Wendy followed behind trying to calm her daughter down until she was standing face-to-face with the closed door. “Steve, let me In now. I want to help. Please Just let me know what’s going on, I can’t help unless you talk to me. ” Wendy pleaded behind the door “Leave me alone Mum, I don’t want to talk about it, I just want to be on my own. ” Sobbed Steve in reply “Darling please let me in.
… I have chocolate. ” The door slowly opened and Steve stood their red-nosed and pup-eyed, Wendy wrapped her arms around her and they sat on the bed.Oh Mum I don’t know what to do, so many things are going wrong and I don’t know what to do. I have so many decisions to make and I just don’t know what I want to do.
Eve been keeping everything bottled up Inside and I feel like I have reached breaking point” Spilled Steve Like word vomit “Steve, you’re only fifteen years old. You have several years before you need to start making major decisions about what you want to do and where you want to go In life, take life as It comes. And honey don’t worry about making mistakes, remember what your Dad used to say… Wendy paused “Never let he fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game” Steve finished her mums sentence Steve and her mum sat there for several hours talking and eating chocolate. “Thank you Mum, I feel much better now that I’ve talked about it.
” Steve said as she hugged her Mum uniform most welcome, I’m always here for you no matter how far away I am, or when my time is up, I will always be here to support you. I’m so proud of you Steve. Next time something is bothering you come to me, don’t keep it bottled up Inside, all that leads to Is overthrowing and makes a bigger problem than what there really is.