Carl Finds Genuine Love
When I was ten years old, my aunt and uncle came for Thanksgiving. My mother cooked dinner. While we were having dinner. I accidentally dropped a piece of turkey in the floor. I picked it up so that we wouldn't have a mess to clean up later. My father said, "You are NOT going to eat that." I said, "No, Father, I was just picking it up so we won't have a mess to clean up later." He said, "Show some respect when you answer me!" I said, "But I am showing respect, sir." He hit me in the head with an empty beer bottle. When I came to, my father and uncle were arguing. My uncle said, "I'm disappointed in you, brother! If you didn't want a child, why did you have one in the first place?!" My father said, "My wife wanted children!" My mother said, "No, I did not! Your little bastard ruined my life the day he was born!" My aunt was tending to me, and she said, "I can't believe I'm hearing this." My uncle said, "Carl is coming with us! He doesn't deserve to be hurt like this!" My father said, "Fine! Take the little shithead. He's yours." I didn't suffer any brain injuries, but I was left with a scar. Fortunately, most people don't even notice it. As I settled in my new home, my aunt said, "No matter what anyone says about you, we will always love you, Carl." Nobody had ever told me they loved me before. It took some getting used to. I was still reluctant to let others in. My uncle told me, "If you refuse to let others in, you're missing out." I said, "But how can I trust anyone?" He said, "There are people out there you can trust. Not everyone is like your parents. You trust me, don't you?" I said, "Of course. You took me away from my terrible parents." He said, "Exactly." I told him, "You've been awfully good to me. I can't thank you enough." This talk with my uncle gave me the confidence to try and find some friends.
When I was ten years old, my aunt and uncle came for Thanksgiving. My mother cooked dinner. While we were having dinner. I accidentally dropped a piece of turkey in the floor. I picked it up so that we wouldn't have a mess to clean up later. My father said, "You are NOT going to eat that." I said, "No, Father, I was just picking it up so we won't have a mess to clean up later." He said, "Show some respect when you answer me!" I said, "But I am showing respect, sir." He hit me in the head with an empty beer bottle. When I came to, my father and uncle were arguing. My uncle said, "I'm disappointed in you, brother! If you didn't want a child, why did you have one in the first place?!" My father said, "My wife wanted children!" My mother said, "No, I did not! Your little bastard ruined my life the day he was born!" My aunt was tending to me, and she said, "I can't believe I'm hearing this." My uncle said, "Carl is coming with us! He doesn't deserve to be hurt like this!" My father said, "Fine! Take the little shithead. He's yours." I didn't suffer any brain injuries, but I was left with a scar. Fortunately, most people don't even notice it. As I settled in my new home, my aunt said, "No matter what anyone says about you, we will always love you, Carl." Nobody had ever told me they loved me before. It took some getting used to. I was still reluctant to let others in. My uncle told me, "If you refuse to let others in, you're missing out." I said, "But how can I trust anyone?" He said, "There are people out there you can trust. Not everyone is like your parents. You trust me, don't you?" I said, "Of course. You took me away from my terrible parents." He said, "Exactly." I told him, "You've been awfully good to me. I can't thank you enough." This talk with my uncle gave me the confidence to try and find some friends.
It was summer, and I was back at home helping my parents with the farm. The summer was really fun, and I really enjoyed it. Hillel and I kept in touch throughout the summer. One day, when we talked over the phone, I said, "My parents said it was okay with them. I wanted to ask you if you would like to share an apartment with me this year. I don't want to go through another bad roommate experience." He said, "I'd love to! I'll go ask my parents if it's okay." There was silence for a long time. After a long time of silence, I heard Hillel's voice again. He said, "I'm back. They said that since it was okay with your parents, it was okay with them." I said, "That's great." Toward the end of the summer, we moved into our apartment. I was glad that I didn't have to put up with a roommate listening to rap music and refusing to turn it down. I later learned that Hillel was a very valuable roommate. I never knew that one day, he would end up saving my life.
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