Running away

Kira ran out of the house as far as possible. She’s tired of them telling her what to do. She’s tired of them complaining about every little thing. They act like they’re perfect. Just because they go to church all during the week doesn’t mean that they do no wrong. So, Kira pulled on a yellow top with pants and ran straight to a friend’s home.

”Girl, your mother just called,” Anita said just before closing the front door. She’s 27, a little taller wearing an animal print lounge dress.

”I’m sick of them!”

”What is your problem?” Anita asked.

”It’s not me, it’s them. I can’t do anything without my parents complaining.”

Anita is standing right in front giving her one of those looks. ”Sit down for a moment.”

”Well, I’ll do that.”

”Girl, there are thousands of young people who wish they had parents like yours.” Then Anita sat next by and continued talking. ”So, what are you complaining about?”

”They’re too strict. I can’t do this, I can’t do that,” Kira answered.

”So, why didn’t you sit down and talk to them?”

”I did, but they won’t listen,” Kira claimed.

”So, what are you going to do, run away?”

Then Kira looked her straight in the eye and said, ”Well, I’m thinking about it.”

”Girl, your problem is nothing compared to some others.”

Kira thought about those words for a moment. ”Well, you do have a point.”

”The average young person who runs away ends up in trouble or something worse.”

”Most of them are tired of being told what to do.”

Then Anita continued, ”No, they have unstable environments, they’ve ran away before and other problems.” Then she wrapped her arm around Kira. ”Don’t be the next statistic.”

”And they’re in church all the time.”

”Honey, it’s best to be there than some other places,” Anita pointed out.

”I don’t want to go back.”

”Well, you can spend the night and think it over,” Anita suggested.

”I’d rather do that.”

”Well, I’ll call so they’ll know where you are.”

Then Anita got right on up and did just that. It’s best to stop and think before making the wrong decision.



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