My story with a dog

          In the middle of wheeling city was a crowded neighborhood. Majority of The fami lies there were poor. Families were trying to protect their children from money problems that could have led them to perdition. My family was one of these families. My mother's way to take care of and protect me was bothering me. I couldn't understand the way she thinks. Many time I felt that I was smarter than her. When I wanted to do or try new things that most of my neighbors did, she prohibited me. I became a rebellious son, I did whatever I wanted and liked. I was spending a lot of time outside with my friends. I enjoyed my time but the only thing bothered was when I got back home and met my mother. She couldn't stop scolding me although I hadn't done any mistakes that affected her at all. All what I was doing was on me. Many of my friends exhausted their parents but I didn’t.  What I couldn't pretty understand was why she didn't respect my privacy, this was my life I am responsible for it. I used to believe that if I did anything wrong I would be the only one in trouble.
          One day, I found a small dog while I was walking around my neighborhood. I liked the dog, I decided to keep it and take care of it. My care for the dog had increased. I was feeding, showering, and walking it. The dog became part of me even though it was a short time, about a month. In a nice sunny day I went to the park with my dog, it was crowded. The dog was playing with people. When I decided to leave, I called the dog to come but it was playing with children and other dogs. In the beginning I didn't feel anything but later I got angry because it ignored me. The situation was getting serious and the dog was still ignoring me. I tried to catch it but I couldn't I didn't know what was wrong with the dog. Did it prefer these strangers to me, that what I was wondering. Finally, the dog run away and never came back. I felt disappointed. I went home in very bad and sad mode. Actually, I hadn't felt that before.
         I wanted to punish the dog as soon as I saw it. I asked myself why I felt sad, why I wanted to punish it, why I couldn't forget about it. Then, I began to answer these questions by myself. I found out the dog didn’t do anything wrong to me, it had its own life and it did what it wanted, why I was angry, why I was sad. At that moment, I remembered my conversation with my mother when I said to her this is my life I want to do what I want. After deep thinking I regretted every single word that I said to my mother when I was talking about my life. I became to understand my mother's feeling. I was thinking about how many years my mother has been responsible of me. It was a long time. I am rally part of her. I had been living inside of her for period of time. After all these ideas I decided to change and fix my relationship with my mother. I didn't expect that my life is not only mine but it is part of my parents’ life as well