Maturity Brought Along by a Leather Bag
I was surrounded by a bunch of kids wearing expensive outfits and shoes the day I entered high school, I stared at myself for a short while, and the stupid blouse my mother made for me was eye catch in an awful way.
My head was kept low, I could not afford to lose the dignity hidden under those rough clothes of mine and I knew probably no one was looking, I kept uneasy. The girl with pink boots blinked at me when she passed.
I found my room and started unpacking. I sighed, it was nothing, I had got used to it, and I told myself. Dad and mom were not making much money and the least I could do was not to add to their burden, it was hard enough to support two kids with mom lying sick in bed.
After everything was ready, I started looking for a part-time job, luckily for me, I found one. I was a waitress for one of the restaurants not far away from the school. The limited amount of money I was making improved my life and I began to indulge my ego by purchasing beautiful and fashionable clothes so as to shorten the distance between me and other girls.
Bags, yes, and bags. I had a bag, an ugly school bag with choking color, orange; it could not fit in around. Like kids wishing to do everything they can to buy their mother a decent Christmas gift, I was in the same place to satisfy my desire of possessing a glamorous leather bag, the kind of bag seen on street snaps, celebrities had a huge influence on every crazy girl in the school and I became one of them.
I called my father, hesitating, asking for money at that moment was shameful since I knew there was no money in my parents' account, dad did not get the promotion he had been working hard for and mom lost her job. Three hundred dollars, it was not much, I kept telling myself, I would work harder, I would be more confident, and it would pay off.
I got what I wanted, a leather bag, a famous brand, a nice outfit and a pair of shoes, I looked magnificent.
That summer holiday, something changed me. I had seen men in suits, nice, exquisite suits, the kind of suits capable of alleviate a man's social status. I returned home and was asked to help my dad clean his closet, I took everything out and was stunned, he must not have bought anything new for five or six years. Some of his clothes were torn, but not obvious and others had been washed for at least thousands of times since the colors were different and appear awkward.
Tears welled up in my eyes, I was held responsible. I lied to them, I asked for money at a really bad timing and I felt, remarkably guilt.
That leather handbag I kept in the closet was a reminder, all these days in the school, I compared myself to other richer kids and I became a vain person, when I looked at what my dad was wearing all the time, my mind became purified. I stopped following the trend in the school and I stopped buying stuff I did not really need, instead, I spent my hard-earned money purchasing a nice suit, a pair of leather shoes for a dad, he deserved them more than anyone else did. About that leather bag which pushed me to mature, I gave it to mom, she could put her wallet in it and went shopping with her friends when she had recovered.
My head was kept low, I could not afford to lose the dignity hidden under those rough clothes of mine and I knew probably no one was looking, I kept uneasy. The girl with pink boots blinked at me when she passed.
I found my room and started unpacking. I sighed, it was nothing, I had got used to it, and I told myself. Dad and mom were not making much money and the least I could do was not to add to their burden, it was hard enough to support two kids with mom lying sick in bed.
After everything was ready, I started looking for a part-time job, luckily for me, I found one. I was a waitress for one of the restaurants not far away from the school. The limited amount of money I was making improved my life and I began to indulge my ego by purchasing beautiful and fashionable clothes so as to shorten the distance between me and other girls.
Bags, yes, and bags. I had a bag, an ugly school bag with choking color, orange; it could not fit in around. Like kids wishing to do everything they can to buy their mother a decent Christmas gift, I was in the same place to satisfy my desire of possessing a glamorous leather bag, the kind of bag seen on street snaps, celebrities had a huge influence on every crazy girl in the school and I became one of them.
I called my father, hesitating, asking for money at that moment was shameful since I knew there was no money in my parents' account, dad did not get the promotion he had been working hard for and mom lost her job. Three hundred dollars, it was not much, I kept telling myself, I would work harder, I would be more confident, and it would pay off.
I got what I wanted, a leather bag, a famous brand, a nice outfit and a pair of shoes, I looked magnificent.
That summer holiday, something changed me. I had seen men in suits, nice, exquisite suits, the kind of suits capable of alleviate a man's social status. I returned home and was asked to help my dad clean his closet, I took everything out and was stunned, he must not have bought anything new for five or six years. Some of his clothes were torn, but not obvious and others had been washed for at least thousands of times since the colors were different and appear awkward.
Tears welled up in my eyes, I was held responsible. I lied to them, I asked for money at a really bad timing and I felt, remarkably guilt.
That leather handbag I kept in the closet was a reminder, all these days in the school, I compared myself to other richer kids and I became a vain person, when I looked at what my dad was wearing all the time, my mind became purified. I stopped following the trend in the school and I stopped buying stuff I did not really need, instead, I spent my hard-earned money purchasing a nice suit, a pair of leather shoes for a dad, he deserved them more than anyone else did. About that leather bag which pushed me to mature, I gave it to mom, she could put her wallet in it and went shopping with her friends when she had recovered.
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