So we've been in a hotel for quite a while now due to the war that’s happening in my country. Yesterday we went back home to cook some food because we’re tired from the food we buy outside. We made a stop in Dhamaran supermarket while me and my mother were rushing around to grab the stuff we needed, a missile hit and the entire place shook. I can see my mum getting scared. A few seconds later Adam my brother came and at that moment another missile hit.. Mum freaking out telling us to drop everything and leave but me and my Adam of course calmed her down. We found everything we needed and we headed to our next destination, home. We got inside, mum screaming that we should hurry up before they strike again. I wasn't feeling well so I told my brother to help her in the kitchen until I get back. I went to the bathroom, feeling very nauseous and dizzy. I looked at myself in the mirror thinking: what could make me feel better? My normal life back would be nice. While saying that t
What does an apology mean to you? Do you ever admit you’re wrong? Or do you just ignore it and hope for the best? We all have different ways of dealing with our mistakes. Some of us hate to admit being wrong due to pride issues, but there are those who stand up bravely and say it no matter what, because that is what’s fair. Others may even have a completely different idea. Some people think that apologies have no meaning whatsoever because they believe it’s just a simple word that stands in a sea of actions. I might agree with that at first. But come to think of it, it makes everything complicated. I mean I will say that I’m sorry and all, and of course I would show it in a way. But for someone to demand that saying it isn't enough, it’s just wrong. Unless you’re Satan and your words aren't trustworthy, then it’s okay; I might agree 100%. Otherwise, I think it’s just a bit unfair. “Why unfair?”, you may ask. Pretend someone wronged you with something. Try to put yourself