Many months ago, a hurricane left my cousin and her children without a place to live. The hurricane destroyed everything they had, and when faced with homelessness, they turned to me. I was more than eager to let them stay with me. I love them and I’d do anything for my family. My cousin’s children are young, so I expected them to get into a little mischief, but I didn’t think that they would break some things around the house. Somehow they broke the shutters in one of my windows. When I asked them how they did it, none one of them had anything to say. They just pointed fingers at each other, blaming one another for the damage.
My cousin was not pleased to see what her children had done, and she gave them a big punishment. She also took away their toys. I remember when my mother did the same thing to me when I was a kid. I broke a vase while I was running around the house. My mother took all of my toys and put them into a plastic bag and put the bag in her closet. She didn’t give the toys back to me until a year later.
I had to buy new shutters to replace the ones that my cousin’s children broke. I chose a new color that was different from the previous ones. The children finally came clean about how they caused the damage. They were trying to climb up the window and their body weight caused the damage. I was mad that at what they had done, but I was also glad that they weren’t hurt. They could have fallen the wrong way and really injured themselves, or something could have fallen on them, and that would have resulted in a trip to the emergency room.