Mistakes
My first mistake happened during my junior year of high school. Now, my parents are both doctors. However, don’t start thinking that I’m a spoiled rich kid. You see, my family is practically rich, but we’re a different kind of rich. Both of my parents literally made it from living in huts in the Philippines and wearing dirty unwashed rags everyday to making half a million dollars a year. Now, because of this, my parents know what it’s like to have nothing and everything. They don’t spoil me with cars or fancy gadgets. No, I have none of that. Never have I had an iPod or some silly little toy. Why would they buy these things for me when they never had it as children? They expect me to earn things I want in life. It is a cruel, harsh lesson. Birthdays? Don’t make me laugh. Birthday parties are a dream that I see celebrated on TV. Well, now that you about the sad life I have lived, why don’t I tell you about one of my numerous mistakes.
I started stealing money during my freshmen year. My mom or dad would always come home with these folders full of cash. They were all hundreds and twenties all stacked up. I was a devious little boy back in the day and I deduced that if I took the occasional twenty or hundred, my parents would never notice. And so, for three years, I stole money from my parents. I was careful, taking only a bill at a time. But then, I got too greedy. I moved up, like a mobster in a crime movie. I decided to go for the big fish: my parent’s employee’s paychecks. With the money, they would also bring home envelops full of a thousand dollars each. These were to be given to the doctors, nurses and sectaries that work at my parent’s hospital. Every few months or so, I would take one, hoping that my parents would think they misplaced it. Soon, I was rolling in cash. I spent lavishly on toys and games. I met girls and took them to expensive places. I was living the big life. But, people doing bad things always get caught. It might...
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