Rose

Written by Abe, Rose's Son. On my eighth birthday I received a green bicycle from my parents. I still have pictures of it. I would have slept with it, if I could. One day an acquaintance, around my age, asked to ride the bike. I allowed him. He drove off with that bike, stealing my most prized possession. I knew where he lived, and I told my mother what happened. It was on a Sunday, so my dad stayed with me while my mother went to talk to the mother of this young thief! Two hours later my … [Read more...]