Own Up and Explain Yourself
“Okay, okay!” yells Trebor. “I’m sorry. I was just returning the bike.”
The mother points the phone at Trebor like a psycho holding a pistol. “You scared my daughter half to death.”
“Like I said,” says Trebor, “I’m really sorry. I’ve never done anything like that in my life. I was scared and desperate and did something really stupid that I regret.” He goes on to tell her about the huge dudes and what he had done.
The lady stops waving her phone aggressively and says, “Well, that was a pretty terrible thing to do to a little girl.”
“Look,” said Trebor. “I’m a Christian and I know that I should have acted better. I probably could have handled my situation with those guys better too.”
Trebor sees sympathy on the woman’s face as she nods. “Can you apologize to my daughter and we can put this behind us?”
“Of course.”
A minute or two passes and Trebor sees the little girl come out and walk toward him. She bashfully says, “I forgive you.”
Her mother strolls behind her and says, “Honey, he hasn’t apologized yet.”
Trebor gets down on one knee and looks the little girl in the eye. “What I did was wrong. I will never do that again. Thank you for forgiving me.”
The moment is interrupted by the honking of a horn out front. The mother turns to her daughter. “It’s your cousin, honey. She’s going to babysit you this evening. Tell her we’re in the backyard.”
The woman turns to Trebor. “Well, thank you for not only returning the bike but also owning up to it. Everyone makes bad decisions but only some own them and learn from them. I hope you learn from this situation. You seem like a nice kid.”
As she is talking, Trebor’s heart drops as he sees the teenage girl that walks in. “Sorry, auntie. I caught the bus late and had to drop off some stuff at home. And there’s one boy, Hidalgo, that keeps harassing me about dating him. He tells people I’m his girlfriend but I don’t like him. It was stressful after school.”
She looks over at Trebor and squints. “Do I know you from somewhere?”
“I see you on the bus sometimes,” he replies. In fact, he found her to be extremely attractive. He hadn’t seen her on the bus in a while and vowed to ask her out one day.
“Oh yeah!” she giggles. “I’m Cynthia. What’s your name?”
“I’m Trebor.”
“How do you know Auntie Rosie?”
He explains the story and stays for another thirty minutes. He floats home and can’t believe he spoke with Cynthia for so long. Trebor makes it home and strolls into his house and up the stairs.
His mother walks out of her bedroom and says, “Hello dear. Before you get too comfortable, can you go to the store and get a cake?”
Trebor nods with a smile.
“How was your day, dear?”
“I’m in love.”
The End.
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