The Sacrament of Reconciliation
When I was a kid, I stole a lollipop from the corner grocery store. It
was a long time ago. That was when you knew the people who owned that
little store on the corner, and they knew your parents. I snuck the
candy out of the store in my pocket and I ran home, very happily, after I
had eaten the lollipop. I didn’t know it, but a phone call had already
been made to my home. I didn’t know that my lips were bright red from
the candy I had eaten. When I walked home, I felt really good because
of my sugar high. My grandmother was in the kitchen. She looked at me
and shook her head. I knew I had been caught. “I’m so sorry,” I said.
“I took the candy, and I didn’t pay for it.” I blurted the words out
before I knew what I was saying.
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