Today, for a short period of time, I felt sad, almost crying. The weird thing about it was that I was getting emotional over something that happened to me when I was four or five. For some strange reason something reminded me of a day in which I cried over doughnuts. I learned a valuable lesson that day. One day my mom and I were at Food 4 Less (now Foodmaxx), grocery shopping. While we were in the vegetable and fruit produce section of the store, I asked my mom if we could get doughnuts at the nearby DONUT TIME. We agreed that we would get some doughnuts after grocery shopping. After spending over an hour at Food 4 Less we were ready to load the groceries in the car. Being the clumsy five year old kid that I was, I never once reminded my mom about the doughnuts. We headed home right after grocery shopping, only to realize that we forgot about doughnuts. At the time, I was one of those kids who cried to get what he wanted (F*ckin Pathetic). So I begged my mom so badly to go back to get doughnuts . She refused to drive back just so we can get them. I cried and cried very violently. My mom an my Lolo Lupe had to calm me down. I remember my Lolo Lupe telling me that I should have wrote the word “donut” on my hand so I could have remembered to remind my mom. Even though both of them tried to calm me down, I didn’t settle until I got the doughnuts. Stressed and irritated, my mom gave in and decided to go back and get the doughnuts just so I could stop my whiny little ass. I finally stopped crying when we were in front of the doughnut shop, so that way the doughnut man couldn’t see me crying when we ordered. I got my favorite, white frosting with sprinkles and a fruit punch Gatorade to go with it. I ate my doughnut on the way back home and nearly finished it when we got through the front door. When I finished both my doughnut and drink I hid into my mom’s bathroom and started crying again. At the time, I had no idea why the heck I was crying. I remember I was like “What the f*ck am I crying about?” I seriously was so pissed off at that point because I had no idea why I was crying. It wasn’t until earlier today that I looked back on that memory and realized that day was the day I first felt guilt. The reason I cried again, even after I had gotten my sprinkled doughnut was because I felt so bad for my mom. I could’t figure it out at the time, but I forced her into driving me back and getting me that doughnut. When I look back on that day, I feel so bad because I should have never put more stress on my mom. I hate myself for that day because that wasn’t the only time I acted that way to get what I wanted. Now I feel like I owe my mom for all the times I have ever made her day tougher than it already was. I just hope that when I grow up, and ever have children, that they understand the hardship of being a parent and not to worry if they don’t get doughnuts, because they can always order them next time.