Hard work pays off

As a kid, toys are a five minute delight after those few minutes they become irrelevant. We don’t appreciate the hard work our parents go through to get what their beloved kid wants. I gratefully learned to appreciate and take care of the things I received. I was eight years old when the Wii got first released. I would see the commercials and heard my friends talk about the Wii during lunch. Christmas was around the corner, and the only item on my Christmas list appeared to be the Wii.

On the morning of December 25^th the whole rushed with excitement, especially me, hoping that we got what we wanted. Everyone took turns to open a present with eagerness on the floor next to the Christmas tree. As a waited for my turn, I saw a box wrapped with a blue paper covered with Santas with my name written on the box. I quickly grabbed the box, it became my now turn to open a present now. I ungracefully uncovered the present and it was the Wii I wanted, this gave me immense joy. I played games for a whole week, I was even annoying my family members but I realize it because I became too busy playing. After a week, I began to play less, until I stopped and even put the game away. After the Christmas break was over I grew excited to tell all my friends what I had received, expecting to have a long conversation how amazing the Wii is. However, it didn’t go that way.

 Now the word on the school was Tamagotchi; a virtual pet that you take care of and play games with your friends that had a Tamagotchi as well. After that, I really desired the Tamagotchi, I didn’t want the $400 Wii console that my parents gave me anymore. When we went to the store, I immediately searched for that game like a very determined detective until I found it. As I grabbed it I saw the price and it said $25, I shortly paused, but I still grabbed it. After begging my parents for the game, I sadly left the store empty handed.

 “You have many toys…expensive toys Vanessa” my mom exclaimed. “But I want it Mom” I kindly replied giving her an innocent look that could convince her. “Fine, but you’re going to work for it” she agreed. For about four weeks I helped clean the kitchen, pick up trash, and other activities, this became exhausting. When I finally got the $25, I proudly went to the store grabbed the Tamagotchi and bought it with my own money. After buying it, I took care of it like if it was a little baby, because I knew how hard I worked in order to purchase it. I had understood how selfish and unappreciative I had become.