A Sad
Memory
One day, I went to a park with a wonderful feeling.
On my way there, I saw a fishball stall across the
street. When I decided to go and bought the
fishball, a car suddenly came towards me with a
very fast speed. A dog came out and saved my life.
I was thinking about death at the moment but the
brave dog pushed me away and got injured
because of me. I felt astonished when I saw the incident and I screamed loudly. The
driver came out and asked me if I was injured and he checked his car. At that time, I was
very shocked since it was my first time involve in a car accident.
I was in a good condition so I brought the dog to the vet. When I reached there, the
vet took the dog into the surgery room. After an hour, the surgery was done. The vet said
the surgery was successful and the dog was safe. I felt relief. I made it as my pet. I
wanted to take care of it for the rest of my life. I sincerely promised my mother that I’ll
take care of it patiently and treated it like my little brother. I bathed the dog twice a
week. I made sure that it could eat and sleep well every day. I brought it for a walk at the
garden every evening. I took care of it from the bottom of my heart.
After two months, I started to feel bored and annoyed with it. As I was walking
towards my room, I patted its head harder and harder. “Ouch!” I screamed angrily. Sally,
the dog had bitten my hand. I lost my mind and kicked it hard. It kept barking at me.
‘Shut up, little devil!’ My parents did know that I hated Sally since the day I was annoyed
with it. Then I kept torturing Sally until its whole body had injured. It always cried in
front of me. However, I resented its sound and used the hangers to beat it viciously until
it was afraid of me. “That’s how you should be before this,” I said as I bowed down and
patted its head.
The next day, I was going to have breakfast with my parents and my little sister. I
dressed Sally up with a pink ribbon. “Oh, dear! Why is Sally injured?” my mother asked.
“It…It was…. It was actually an incident. I played with Sally yesterday and … and it fell
down from the stairs. It’s my fault. I didn’t take care of it. I’m… I’m so sorry,” I replied.
Then, my little sister interrupted and told the truth to my parents. I said ‘No, you must be
wrong! I’m not going to do like that to my beloved Sally’. My parents scolded my little
sister because accusing me. I won. My parents hugged me and tried their best to console
me. I secretly smiled and looked at Sally and my little sister evilly, but my parents did not
notice it. Then, we continued our breakfast.
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