I believe words can hurt. I started believing that about three years ago when I was in the fifth grade. The thing that made me realize that was once while I was at school a girl that was once my friend, but later on started hanging out with another group of girls, started saying things about my parents. So I eventually got hurt and almost started crying in front of everybody. When my new best friend saw what was going on she tried to defend me by going to tell one of the teachers, but later on they started telling things about her family too (they were basically laughing at us). Even though she tried to hide it, I saw it also hurt what they said, she didn’t like people talking about her problems at home.
Another time I got hurt by a person’s words was when I was helping my dad do some kind of thing my uncle’s had asked him to do and I messed up really bad and so my dad said that he wished I were more like my sister (more careful, supposedly). That really did hurt because it was coming from my own father, the one person I loved most saying he didn’t like how I was, even though he was mad at me at that time. My sister also hurt me with her words when she said she didn’t like me, I sometimes told her the same thing but her telling me that, it is different.
One last one is when I wasn’t feeling good at school and a teacher got mad at me for not finishing my homework in time, she said I was being way too slow. Those are some of the times when I got hurt by words. And I know there are many people around the world who get hurt by them too. So I’d say, we better think of what we say before we say it. Remember that it could be you one of these days.
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