Don't Get Mad

I've always wondered what good comes out of getting mad, whether your parents get mad, or if your friends get mad, and maybe even your own siblings. Parents scold you when they get mad, they ground you, can send you upstairs without dinner, and will cool off. Friends will get mad sometimes too, if you say the wrong thing, if you forget something, but after a fight, you can make-up. If your siblings get mad, you can act like it just never happened. That's how usual fights go, but for me its completely different.

My father called me to his room, to discuss some issue with me. I wondered in, pondering about what he could want me for. "This is about your...behavior...at your relatives' house." said the man with crossed arms. I started to worry, what did I do? What's my punishment? What would happen at the end? I finally gathered up the courage to ask what I did.

"I've heard from some of your relatives that you were being rude, that has started to spread within the family. The time that we went to one of your relatives' house, your mother and I asked you to wait twenty minutes with your brother when you sat on the carpet. You waited quietly, but then blurted out that twenty minutes was over, and that you wanted to leave." I stayed shocked, my arms that I had thrown onto the bed drooped, my eyes stayed as open as long as I could open them for. I didn't believe it, my relative had said that I was rude.

I pictured in my mind a beating fit for him, I pictured the relative being beat up by me. I couldn't think of anything else, except how much anger I had for him. My father told me to calm down and to forget about it, but I knew that I couldn't calm down. I took some deep breaths and calmed down, though I had given up my hope to beat him up-because he's a relative-I had not forgotten what he had said about me. I hope that someday I will get my revenge, but not a violent revenge, at least I hope not a violent revenge. I'd just like to ask him why he spread it, not to actually beat him up. I would like to use my voice, not my fist.