“Do you mind Foreign if I ask you a question. Why do you lay here so sadly while your parents and friends joyously dance and talk? Is anything bothering you?” Clarisse asked.
“I hate my Father. He hates me and I hate him. He is so protective of me.” Foriegn screamed.
“Once a long time ago I thought the same with my Father and Mother. As you know they died when I was twelve. What I’m saying Foriegn is cherish your family. Friends matter! Money is useful. Though nothing can compare to the love of your parents. They sacrifice many hours and days for you. Please cherish you parents and family. Cherish them or soon they might be gone like mine.”
“Your right Clarisse! I think I shall just joyfully and hurriedly walk to my Father and kindly exclaim how sorry I am. Clarisse, thank you!”
“Surely my younger. Remember, they’re only doing this for your good and so you can be happy.” Clarisse warmly told Foriegn.
Peace and Love,