The Jean Purse
It was a sad June day, as I wiped the last of my tears away from my face. â€œThis was supposed to be my dayâ€ I said to myself, lying in my bedroom. â€œwhy did I get punished for this?â€
I would wait anxiously for weeks for my birthday to come. June 20th is the day I looked forward to every year. I mean what child doesnâ€™t love their birthday? It shows that you are slowly becoming a grown up, and grown ups have all the fun. Family getting together, birthday cakes, and presents what could be better?
I was turning seven this year, and we planned to have my grandmother over for dinner and cake. I waited all day for six o-clock to come. Finally I hear, â€œHello Grandmas here!â€ I run down the stairs to say hi and to give her a big hug! When I get to the front door I can see this huge wrapped box in her arms. I was so excited, I just wanted to open it right then and there.
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â€œOpen mine next,â€ my grandmother told me. So I got the large box and started to unwrap it. Finally after five minutes of unwrapping I see sitting before me a beautiful, plastic, life like, doll. She had a bottle, and clothes that you could use to dress her up in.
With all the excitement of my new toys I almost forgot about my sisters present. It was a smaller box, I just couldnâ€™t figure out was in the small gold wrapping. â€œMaybe itâ€™s the 30th holiday edition Barbie I have been wanting,â€ I said to myself, ripping off the paper. What I found inside was not what I expected. I pulled out what I thought at the time was a very disappointing gift. My sister had made me a purse from the pocket of an old pair of jeans. For the strap of the purse she crocheted a colorful chain out of yarn. I looked at it with a disappointed face, and instead of appreciating the fact that my sister spent so much time for me, I said with a lot of attitude, â€œI donâ€™t like itâ€. My entire family gasped at my rude, insensitive comment. â€œTanya how could you say that to your sister?â€ my mother asked with a very stern voice. â€œI just donâ€™t like it,â€ I replied not even thinking how my sister was feeling. â€œ You go to your room without cake and think about how you hurt your sisterâ€ said my father, not liking my attitude at all. I ,then, started to cry. â€œPapa, why cant I stay?â€ I pleaded. Nothing was going to change his mind. At that point the whole family thought I was a brat and they were right.
Now here is where you find me, sitting in my room crying that my birthday was ruined. I blamed my bratty, rude attitude on my sister, somehow thinking that it was her fault. What I didnâ€™t realize, is that I did this all by myself. My biggest regret is that I would love to have that purse now, but because of my inconsiderate attitude I didnâ€™t get to keep the well thought out, beautifully home made purse. My sister eventually forgave me for being so rude. The small lesson in this story is appreciate what you get no matter what because its more than what you had. Also donâ€™t be a stuck up brat like I was, because you could end up hurting peopleâ€™s feelings.