For some reason, Las Vegas and I do not get along very well. Years of experience told me that only trouble is found in this “Sin City.” When I was five, I made a wrong turn and ended up on top of the MGM Grand’s roof for an hour. Then when I was eight, I secretly sneaked out of the hotel room to play on the slots. And then when I was sixteen, a masked guy snatched my backpack with my laptop and money from me. So what does this all have in common? I got into serious trouble from my parents.
All three times, I made my parents worry a lot. They worried that I got kidnapped the time I was on the roof and when I sneaked out of the hotel room. Then, when the masked guy stole my backpack, they were worried that the person could have been armed. As parents, they constantly worry. And as a daughter, I feel that my duty is to stay out of trouble and be safe. Yet, from these experiences I let them down. I remember seeing my mom sobbing because she thought she lost me. Then I remember witnessing the fury from my dad’s eyes but with a sigh of relief after. I ask myself why was I not considerate of my parent’s feelings when I make such actions. Besides getting my backpack robbed, getting on the top of a thirty-story building or sneaking out of the room was definitively not a good idea.
It took me three times to learn how to take care of myself better. It is a miracle they even let me attend college where there is a higher chance of me in a more dangerous situation. But now I think before I do anything. More than my safety, I do not want my parents to worry. I love them so much and they do not deserve to go through the pain and worry I caused them before. So why do I do what I do? For my parents, they deserve much more.
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