Harry
I wrote for day two but forgot to post
So here are day two and three
They took back the clothing rule and said that my brother will think its weird. And they just told me some minutes ago that they will tell him the truth.
And then the rule would apply again.
Day 2 and Day 3:
Day 2:
The day began at 6:00 AM, as usual. After breakfast, I took care of the usual chores, including cleaning up the kitchen and showing my parents and brother that the cage was still locked. It felt uncomfortable, but I had accepted it by now. My brother made a few jokes, but I tried to ignore him and focus on my tasks.
At 8:00 AM, I left for the university and spent the morning in lectures until 12:00 PM. The time passed quickly, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the chores waiting for me back home. When I returned at around 2:00 PM, my mom gave me more tasks: cleaning the windows and doing the laundry. While cleaning the windows, I made a mistake. I missed a spot in the corner, and my brother immediately noticed. He laughed and pointed it out to my mom. She wasn’t pleased and told me I needed to be more careful.
I tried to fix it quickly, but my mom wasn’t happy with my work. She called me over and told me I had to kneel and reflect on what I had done wrong. She also said that she would talk to my dad about how to handle the situation. At 4:00 PM, my dad came home, and we had lunch together. My two brothers were there too. After we ate, my middle brother excused himself to go change clothes. That’s when my mom started discussing the situation with my dad.
They talked for a while, considering what the appropriate punishment would be. My dad listened carefully and then said that since it was the first time I made such a mistake, they should let it go this time. He mentioned that it was important for me to understand what I had done wrong, but since it was a first offense, it would be better to just remind me to be more careful in the future. My mom agreed, and I was relieved that they decided to let it pass.
The rest of the afternoon went smoothly, and I focused on finishing my chores more carefully. I felt grateful for the second chance, but also knew that I had to learn from this and avoid making similar mistakes again.
Day 3:
The next day began similarly, with the usual morning routine. I went to university from 10:00 AM to 2:00 PM. The time passed quickly, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the lessons from the previous day. When I returned home, my mom gave me another task: cleaning up the garden. I had to sweep up the leaves and tidy up the yard. My brother stood by, watching me as I worked. After a while, he started making comments about how slow I was and how I wasn’t doing it well enough. He kept pointing out small mistakes, which began to frustrate me.
Finally, he grabbed me by the ear and pulled me aside, telling me I was doing everything wrong and needed to pay more attention. It hurt, and I felt embarrassed, but I tried to stay calm. Just then, my dad came home. When he saw what was happening, he stepped in and spoke to both of us. He explained that my brother’s actions were justified because I wasn’t doing the task properly. He said I needed to learn how to do things right the first time and that my brother was just trying to help me understand that.
My dad emphasized the importance of taking responsibility for my actions and learning from my mistakes, even if it was uncomfortable. My brother let go of me, and we continued with the afternoon. Later, my parents took me for a walk, and we discussed how I could improve. It had been a challenging couple of days, but I knew that these lessons were helping me grow. Despite the discomfort, I realized it was necessary for my development.
