A Sack Full of Candies and a Little Thief
My Mom Taught Me a Lesson That Stuck
The neighborhood market store had it all. Kind of a supermarket of the old days. My mom needed some stuff and, as always, she took me with her. Next to the cashier, standing proudly on the floor, there was a huge sack full of candies. A rainbow of candies wrapped in colorful and shiny packaging. After finishing my mom went to the cashier, where the owner calculated on a piece of paper the cost of her groceries.
I was standing right next to the magical sack. It was talking to me at that specific time, “Take me, take me!” Without a second thought, my little palm dove into it, and grabbed as many as it could hold. I still remember the noise of the wrapping paper while I was squeezing the candies to fit in my palm. Both, mom and owner heard the noise, too. They were both staring at me.
I kept my right sinful arm with the goodies behind my back. I was hoping for the ladies to move on with what they were doing, and stop staring at me with disapproval. Mom, in a cold, steady voice, requested me to show her my right arm.
Still keeping it hidden behind my back, it was holding tightly to my little treasures. It took me a century to carefully pass over the candies to my left arm, but that noise… it was so quiet in there and the candies passing…
