A Yellow Umbrella
A flood of mixed emotions has come upon me. I gave him my umbrella, no words came out of my mouth just a friendly smile, though in my head that's not what I'm feeling. What a terrible person am I, I came in to this attic thinking I would just get my umbrella and get out taking my bad intentions with me, instead I learnt a valuable lesson on being grateful. I apologized to him with a stuttering voice, I expected no forgiveness, his heart was so pure, humble, kind and loving. My eyes glistened and sparkled when I heard him say... "I Forgive You."
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