Strawberries Monologue

The sun gleamed through the window of my home as the birds sang outside, a serene spring morning. I gleefully skipped down the wooden stairs, running into the kitchen, eager to see what groceries my mom had retrieved from the store. My mom stood in the kitchen, loading the newly bought goods into the refrigerator. My brown eyes gleamed as I spotted a bowl full of fresh strawberries. Eagerly, I reached in to grab one of the luscious scarlet fruits. I was just about to grasp it, but something was holding me back. I turned and there was my mother 's hand on mine, stopping me from grabbing the fruit. "The strawberries aren 't ripe yet, so you can 't eat them." she explained. My smile faded and I sat looking at her, puzzled. She just grinned at me and left the room. I glared down at the tempting strawberries on the table in front of me.

Frustrated, I stared at the glistening red berries, wanting so badly to eat them. Thoughts rushed throughout my head as I thought of what trouble I would be in if I broke my moms orders. My five-year-old self ignored the possible consequences and at that moment, I disobeyed my mom 's instructions as I reached in to grab one of the fruits. I bit

As the echoing steps of my mother coming downstairs hit my ears, my eyes widened. Panicking, I shoved all the bitten strawberries back into the bowl. My mom ambled into the kitchen. I sat at the table, acting as if I knew nothing about the bitten berries. My eyes kept shifting between her and the bowl next to me. She peeked inside the bowl, then looked at me, suspiciously. "Were you the one who ate these?" she questioned. I hung my head in guilt as my mom threw the bitten berries into the trash can. The rest of that day she didn 't talk to me, there was not much to say. It was clear that I was the one who had eaten every single strawberry from the bowl. From that day on, I have learned to listen to what my mom tells me. Now I know, that mother really does