THE RIGHT THING ( A SHORT STORY )
THE RIGHT THING - GHOST ORCHID I I still remember the first time I had to steal. My mom had been bedridden for months. But that night I knew something bad was going to happen. She looked paler than ever. She coughed a lot of blood. I was only a 12-year old boy. I didn’t want to lose my mother. I was worried; I knew that she needed to take her medicines. But we didn’t have enough money to buy them. My so called “father” left us when I was 3. I knew what I was about to do was wrong. I guess I wasn’t thinking straight. I remember going to the medical store and taking medicines and running away. I reached home. It was the middle of December yet the atmosphere felt colder than usual. I didn’t need to check up on my mother; I already knew I was too late. I ran. I do...