7th Nov 2024
I woke up early as the sun began to peek through the trees. Today was the day I could ride freely in the fields, but I didn't have my own riding clothes. I saw Simon's old clothes hanging in the corner, and I made a quick decision. I put on the clothes, which felt a bit too big, and snuck out of the house with a small giggle. The fresh morning air filled my lungs, and I felt so alive!
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The fields were beautiful! As I rode, I felt the wind in my hair and the freedom of being outdoors. I laughed and shouted, feeling like I could fly. But soon, I heard a rustling sound behind me. I turned and saw Simon, my stepfather, standing tall and furious. My heart sank. I knew I was in trouble. He had always been strict, and I felt like a tiny mouse caught in a trap.
Two hours later, Simon called for me to come to his study. I walked slowly, my heart pounding in my chest. The room was dark, and I felt nervous. Simon’s face was serious as he told me what I had done was wrong. I tried to explain, but the words wouldn’t come out. Suddenly, he picked up a thin cane, and my eyes widened with fear. I wished I could disappear. I thought I could remain brave, but deep down, I felt small and scared.
As I stood there ready for what was to come, I took a deep breath. I thought of the fields and the freedom I felt while riding. I tried to stay strong, but each moment hurt even more than the last. Simon seemed determined to break my spirit. I felt tears welling up, and I suddenly wanted to scream. It was hard to hold back the feelings inside me. I fought to keep a stoic face, but they began to overflow.
In the end, there I was, on my knees, asking for permission to be forgiven for my mistake. I could hardly look up at him; it felt completely humiliating. "I'm sorry, Simon," I whispered, feeling so ashamed. Although I had been headstrong, I understood then how important it was to follow the rules. I learned a lesson I wouldn’t forget: sometimes, freedom comes with a price.
