"Mama, I want to be like those kids. My friends say they're cool. I want to be cool," my five-year old daughter says.
I stare at the kids she is pointing at. They are teenagers skating around the streets, upturning waste baskets and throwing eggs at random houses. I recall myself in them.
Ten years had passed since the day I left my bad ways, since I decided to be a true daughter, since I believed in God, and since I broke my three rules. How thankful I was for that day that changed my life.
I smile at my daughter, Sophia. "They're not as cool as your friends say, darling. Don't you want to be successful like Mama instead?"
"Oh, I want to be like you Mama! I want to be a lawyer too," she answers.
"Then don't be like them and study hard okay?"
"Okay," Sophia smiled and I patted her head.
I became a lawyer. Ironic, isn't it? Well, I kept all my promises that same day. I stopped drinking, smoking, partying, and all my other rebel ways like what I told Sophie. I also heard that she died a week after my community service at the center. I attended Sophie's funeral and told her mom how she had positively changed me. For her honor I named my daughter, Sophia, after her. I also became the best child I could be to my parents and finished my studies. I also go to church every Sunday and prayed ever since. Now, I'm not just a successful lawyer but a family woman too. Thanks to my supportive parents and my beloved husband for six years, Jay.
"Papa, Grandma, Grandpa!" Sophia cried as she rushed towards Jay and my parents.
I watch as my daughter rush to our family, then I smile at the most wonderful sight in front of me.
~End~
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The Rule Breaker (YoungWritersShortStory Entry)
Teen FictionArden is a rule breaker, your typical teenage rebel. All her life, there are only three rules she swore never to break. Will the rule breaker break her own rules in the end?