Sometimes Sparing the Rod Fixes the Child
Sometimes, love is enough
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4 min readAug 5, 2021
I just stole. But no one was calling me a thief. Standing in front of me was my mom sobbing uncontrollably. I stood, speechless — my face, almost expressionless. But inside of me, my soul was broken. Within, I wailed — greatly.
Watching as every teardrop streamed down my mother’s face sank me deeper into despair. I could…
