By Michele Haeberlin
Original Source: lawrentian.com
When I was a little girl, I got in trouble many times, but one such incident became unforgettable because that time I did not deserve to be yelled at. My iPod had gone missing and my dad was, of course, visibly upset that I had lost something so expensive. But I had never misplaced that iPod. It had been stolen by my cousin so he could use the money from selling it to get drugs.
I did not learn what had happened until I was older, and even when I was finally told, I remember only feeling vaguely sad, and then I forgot about it soon after. Because I was still too young to fully understand what had happened, my dismissal of the action could not be called forgiveness. But since…click here to continue reading