Thank you for sharing your story. I am terribly sorry for what happened to Amrita. I hope she didn't leave because of what happened that day.
I feel you are being harsh on yourself by calling this bullying. Yes, you took advantage of a smaller child during a game. I would call it an older child being mean to a younger one.
In my book, bullying is targeted tormenting that is repeated over and over for a while and causes much distress.
I certainly hope Amrita has healed from this incident and forgiven you for it.
Thank you Karthik - for your kind words and understanding. My hope is the same as yours - that I didn't hurt her terribly and that she has forgiven me for being mean. We are our worst critics and harshest judges. Sometimes a kind words from a stranger helps us understand that.
This is so sad and sweet at once, Samira. What is palpable is the sincerity and empathy in your gaze, and perhaps you could extend that to the younger you too! ❤️
Oh, this must reach Amrita so she knows what a wonderful friend she had. That her friend is so sweet that she's sorry even years later! I hope you're feeling better after putting this out in the world, Samira <3
To err is human. To realize it and repent is humanity. But the chapter will remain open till you don't find a closure. Do talk to your cousin sister, she will know why she cried like she did. Maybe it will help you to be kind to yourself
Those things can't be undone but I hope you get in touch with Amrita . Even if not, there is a fair chance she might have come to realize, that that was then and this is now, that you didn't mean it.
read this with a racing heart because it brought back some of my own childhood memories. Read 3 of your essays one after another...a good reminder of how much I've always loved your writing!
Thank you for sharing your story. I am terribly sorry for what happened to Amrita. I hope she didn't leave because of what happened that day.
I feel you are being harsh on yourself by calling this bullying. Yes, you took advantage of a smaller child during a game. I would call it an older child being mean to a younger one.
In my book, bullying is targeted tormenting that is repeated over and over for a while and causes much distress.
I certainly hope Amrita has healed from this incident and forgiven you for it.
Thank you Karthik - for your kind words and understanding. My hope is the same as yours - that I didn't hurt her terribly and that she has forgiven me for being mean. We are our worst critics and harshest judges. Sometimes a kind words from a stranger helps us understand that.
I agree with K. You are being too harsh on yourself 😌. Hopefully Amrita will find you. Soon. 🤩
fingers crossed :)
How effortlessly you took me back. And brought so much life to the story. Am a bit jealous Samira 😁
Thank you Sanket! You are too kind
This is so sad and sweet at once, Samira. What is palpable is the sincerity and empathy in your gaze, and perhaps you could extend that to the younger you too! ❤️
Thank you Uthara. It's all a work in progress :)
Oh, this must reach Amrita so she knows what a wonderful friend she had. That her friend is so sweet that she's sorry even years later! I hope you're feeling better after putting this out in the world, Samira <3
Definitely a load lifted :) I don't think I would have written this without the ochre sky prompt!
I'm smiling reading this. The amount of load we've unloaded lol
To err is human. To realize it and repent is humanity. But the chapter will remain open till you don't find a closure. Do talk to your cousin sister, she will know why she cried like she did. Maybe it will help you to be kind to yourself
Thank you Sudha!
Those things can't be undone but I hope you get in touch with Amrita . Even if not, there is a fair chance she might have come to realize, that that was then and this is now, that you didn't mean it.
Thank you Glenn :)
read this with a racing heart because it brought back some of my own childhood memories. Read 3 of your essays one after another...a good reminder of how much I've always loved your writing!
Thanks Mahi! :) love and hugs
This brought back a difficult memory from my childhood. I was mean to a girl. We were in Grade 3. I never got the chance to say sorry to her.
Thank you for writing this.
Thank you Kanchana! I think the biggest gift we can give ourselves is forgiveness and the knowledge that we admit to being wrong. Hugs.