Racing into the kitchen she pushes her 2 sisters aside and seizes the jug of milk off the table and hurls it into the opposing wall. (8 Wilson)
Mom darling, I'm so sorry, I'm so so so sorry. I’ve gone and done it again
I looked at her, listening to her longed to hold her in my arms and whisper condolences. (9 Wilson)
I can't imagen what came over me mom sweetie. Can you forgive me? I could die with being sorry. Tell me what I can do to make you feel good again. I can hardly bare it
but somewhere in the back of my head I could hear a voice shouting. (9 Wilson)
Too late! Too late!
Despite the agonizing apology her eyes were dry, I recall these temper tantrums have been happening more frequent of late. As had the moving speeches of regret and apology. I had but it all on the shifting hormones of a thirteen-year-old teenage girl and assumed the violence would pass. (9 Wilson)
Stephanie if you want to do something to feel better, I’ll help you...