After all those years, I still felt so miserable about what I had done to the girl that the guilt from it was tearing me apart, and I knew that the only right thing to do was apologize to the girl. I contacted the people she was friends with and asked where she lived. When the sun came up, I had finally mustered up the courage to visit her. I gently knocked on her door and, suddenly, a middle-aged woman, who happened to be her mom, opened the door. I asked her in a quiet and smooth voice if the girl was at home. The woman explained that her daughter was on her way to visit her grandmother, and she was currently waiting at the bus stop. I thanked the mother and wished her a great day. I knew if I wanted to make it there in time, I had to run with all the strength I had, even when It seemed impossible to make it there in time. Suddenly, I stopped, and in the corner of my eye, I caught the girl’s figure sitting and waiting to be picked up. Carefully I started walking towards the girl, trying not to frighten her. I wanted to say something to her, but my mouth couldn’t just open - I was too scared. My face turned slightly red. She asked if I was alright, tried to summon all the strength I could, and started apologizing to the girl for what I had done when I was younger, explaining that I never intended to do such a thing, that I was jealous of her, that she had something I didn’t -
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