Forgiveness

ON the way home from Palestine, Texas, I let my sister Tara play with my tape player. I told her to be careful and not to break it. I'd had a tape player in the past, but this was the best one I had ever had. She played with it and fell asleep in the car.

After we got home, we decided to go have a picnic with some friends for Easter. We ate hamburgers and cake. While we were eating, Tara pulled out my tape player and started listening to music. I got mad and complained to my parents that Tara brought the tape player without my permission. Then I told Tara: "You'll break it. Give it to me." I still let her listen to the music, though.

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