Personal Narrative: Stealing

I knew stealing was bad. I knew that if you stole you would get sent to this lonely and scary place where you don't get good food and you have to stay behind cold bars, where you have to use the bathroom in front of other strangers because you are not allowed to leave your area. I only heard stories about this horrifying place. My mom always told me stories and reasons why not to steal or commit any other sin. To be honest I thought this was a fable I had never seen this place and I know many people who have sinned but never got sent to this so-called “jail” place. My mother told me lying is bad and you could get sent to this “jail” place but, I have a friend who once lied to our teacher at school saying he forgot his homework at home when
I had never felt this way before. I assumed it was from something I ate earlier. When my mom got done paying we had to go through those big long metal things that detect if you stole something. As I approached the metal detectors my legs began trembling slowly I walked through surprised that nothing happened I quickly exited the store. During the car ride home I was excited to put my foamy purple butterfly on my wall. As soon as I got home that feeling in my stomach returned. I ignored it and put up my butterfly. I gazed at is for a few seconds. I then went to my mother in complete shame of the foolish action that I had just done. I confessed my secret to her. I told her that I didn't want to go to jail and that I would go back to the store and return the butterfly with her. My mom was quiet for a few seconds. She then started yelling at me “Maham what were you thinking how could you steal. Yes I know a sticker isn't a big thing but still you have done something very bad and I hope you realize that you can get sent to jail for stealing. I am glad that you told me but you need to promise me that you will not do something like this ever again.” My eyes started to sparkle and in the quietest voice I said “I’m sorry mommy I didn't think it was a big deal but now I know it is I am so sorry I won't ever do it again.” Tears started to roll down my face and my mother hugged me and comforted me. This was the first and last time that I would steal. I have learned my lesson and understand that next time there could be bigger consequences. Even though I didn’t steal anything big it was still bad because it can affect my character. Also getting caught would be terrible it could ruin my life. I wouldn’t be considered trustworthy. I am glad that I have learned my lesson early on and not