Broken Trust
There are thieves in the temple. My temple, my house. I unknowingly let the their in. Opened the door as I had done many, many times for many years. 47 years to be exact. I had no clue until that day last week the person was a their especially since I always had their back, always. Through thick and thin I trusted this person.I grew up with this one and never in a gillizion years did I even think in this universe this smiling face would walk through the front door one day and exit with my property.
Now, I am very far from being rich. There are times I have to make a dollar out of 15 cents. And out of that 15 cents if this person needed it they would get ten cents.
My heart was broken when I found out what happened to my stuff on that Thursday afternoon. It started as a normal day, normal visit. I even bought lunch and we ate and talked and watched TV. It was nothing out of the ordinary. I shared some food and groceries with them. My mom and grandmother raised me with certain values. If someone is hungry and you have 2 pieces of bread hive them one. If they need a dollar and you have two give them one. I have always done that and more when I could and especially for this person.
I walked this person out after the visit and went about my business in the house, packing and thinking about what to cook for dinner later. Later came and I went to bed later that night not even knowing in the morning when I woke up looking for the wallet I had left on a crate in the front room. It wasn't there. I, with the help of my mom, son, and brother searched and cleaned every inch of this small apartment. I found missing toys, missing cups, even 3 stale cookies under the fridge. For the better part of two days we looked. Not wanting to believe the obvious.
But we could avoid what we all knew in our heads but just didn't want to believe in our hearts. The wallet was gone forever and my trust is also broken forever. I now have the task of replacing the things which can be replaced in my wallet. I just wish I could replace the trust.
Now, I am very far from being rich. There are times I have to make a dollar out of 15 cents. And out of that 15 cents if this person needed it they would get ten cents.
My heart was broken when I found out what happened to my stuff on that Thursday afternoon. It started as a normal day, normal visit. I even bought lunch and we ate and talked and watched TV. It was nothing out of the ordinary. I shared some food and groceries with them. My mom and grandmother raised me with certain values. If someone is hungry and you have 2 pieces of bread hive them one. If they need a dollar and you have two give them one. I have always done that and more when I could and especially for this person.
I walked this person out after the visit and went about my business in the house, packing and thinking about what to cook for dinner later. Later came and I went to bed later that night not even knowing in the morning when I woke up looking for the wallet I had left on a crate in the front room. It wasn't there. I, with the help of my mom, son, and brother searched and cleaned every inch of this small apartment. I found missing toys, missing cups, even 3 stale cookies under the fridge. For the better part of two days we looked. Not wanting to believe the obvious.
But we could avoid what we all knew in our heads but just didn't want to believe in our hearts. The wallet was gone forever and my trust is also broken forever. I now have the task of replacing the things which can be replaced in my wallet. I just wish I could replace the trust.
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