When I was a little child, I liked to play so much with friends. There was one of my friends, not really my friend, who liked to fight with us. She wanted to judge everything I did. She wanted me to bring her foods, drinks, and my clothes for her to wear. She didn’t think about my mother, what she would say if she saw her wearing my clothes. I listened to her because she said that if I didn’t do whatever she said, she would beat me up. My mother couldn’t do anything about it, only to tell her parents, but she didn’t listen to her parents. She kept wanting to wear my clothes. One day, when my mother wasn’t at home, she told me to steal my mother’s money to buy some foods to eat and to watch movies. After that, we bought something to drink and we went back.

When I went home, my mother asked me, “Did you see my money? It was here.” I said no because if I said yes she would be mad at me. She said, “The money was here!” I said, “Mom, I don’t know what you are talking about,” but my friends knew that it was me. I stole the money from my mom.

One of my friends didn’t like what I did. She told me to tell the truth, but I didn’t listen to her and she got mad at me. She said, “I tell you this because I like you and you’re my friend.” When we went home, before I got back from school, she told my mom what I had done. My mother yelled at me and I was scared. My friends came over and asked why she was yelling, and she told them, “Do not do that again!” I said that I’m not going to repeat that fault again. My friend who told on me and I became good friends, like sisters. I will never forget her, ever, in my life.