“I was gone for five minutes! What happened here?” I asked in disbelief, I couldn’t comprehend the scene that I just saw, my room was a mess. My kids gaze at each other, none of them respond to me. “You two lost the ability to talk?” I said frustrated by their inability to admit their mistake “well then, I’ll give you two some punishments, you are both grounded for a month!”. My punishment upset and undelighted them, they beg me for pardon, they claim that they didn’t did this on purpose. I am pleased by their actions but I’m not taking back my words. I organized and tidied my room, then I casually went asleep.

The next day, I see my kids miserably doing nothing, sadly I don’t care. My wife tried to persuade me to have mercy for the kids, but she underestimated my resolve. I had another typical work day, I shared this event to my coworkers, some agree with my point and some not. As I was about to get home, my mother gave me a call. She said after so many years has passed, she finally had the determination to apologize to me, she apologized for being so mean to me when I was young. Yet, I didn’t appreciate her words, I won’t forgive her.

When I get home, it was already late, I’ve been talking with my mother for too long. My kids were so depressed and bored, they just sit at the chair thinking about something. Just as I was going to criticize them, they glance at me with a threatening grin. I then somehow managed to realize that I am just acting like what my mother do when I was at my kids age. I immediately apologized to them and beg forgiveness. Fortunately, they didn’t mind too much, I send them to bed and then went to bed myself in terror