I have only involved myself
in a physical fight once. The only reason I involved myself was because I
wanted to defend my mother. I am very pacifist but when it comes to defending
what I love, I fight with all I got.
It started at the park, we
went out to have a picnic and somehow the lady next to us decided it had been ok
to start playing volleyball over us. My mom asked her if she could go play
somewhere else, but the lady acted out and started pushing my mom. The lady
told my mom she was no one to tell her what to do. My mom, obviously had to
defend herself. That’s where it all started. I was ok until the lady’s daughter
started getting in, that’s the moment I was very upset and decided to defend my
mom. I swear, I was so mad and angry I didn’t feel the punches and slaps she
would give me. The only thing I felt was the anger that emerged from seeing my
mom being hit, and that’s when I let it all out. The fight was over within a
couple of minutes and things didn’t end well. That same day I realized fighting
wasn’t something I enjoyed, I just did it because I felt the need to defend my
mom.
Honestly I felt like fighting
was stupid and there was no need. We could have just talked things out and everything
would have been ok. Maybe what trigger her fury wasn’t my mom maybe she had a
bad day but in my opinion fighting is never the answer.
I really like the fact that even though you did want to fight at all you were able to get past it because of your love for your mother. The story itself is very good, I would only say that you could've elaborated more on what happened after but still a very good story.
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