Hi! It’s me! Lily!
So this afternoon I was walking by David’s room, and he called me in. He didn’t sound at all sure of himself. I walked in and sat down next to him.
“What did I do wrong?”, he said.
He didn’t know?
“I didn’t do anything my friends on the games don’t do. No one got hurt. I don’t know what I did wrong.”
I thought. He is little. And maybe this is a teachable moment.
“Why don’t you ask your mother?”
He put his head down. “She’s so mad at me. I can’t ask her. And I can’t ask Beth. She hates me. You’re the only one I can ask.”
I sighed. “David, you have to understand that in this world you just can’t do anything you want, and just because everyone else is doing it doesn’t mean it’s right.”
“But how do I know what’s right?”
“Would you have liked it if someone did to you what you did to other people? Would you like it if someone got your Internet disconnected by doing that kind of thing?”
He shook his head.
“Then why should other people like it when you do it?”
His head stayed down.
“Do you understand what you did wrong now?”
“I did things to people that I wouldn’t have liked if they were done to me.”
“Why didn’t mom or dad tell me this?”
“They’re trying to teach you how to behave so you don’t get in trouble. All they’ll do is put you in your room, take your electronics, and make you do schoolwork. When you get older… people will do a lot worse.” I frowned. “It’s not easy for them, you know. They don’t like having to do this kind of thing.”
“Mom seems to like it.”
“How do you know?”
I thought. “Ask her. She’s angry. She has a right to be angry. But you’re her child. She’ll talk to you if you go to her.” I paused. “She loves you. She loves all of us. That’s why she gets so angry.”
He was quiet. I got up, tousled his hair, and left. Hopefully he, Dave, and Sabby can talk it out. My business? Not really. But he did ask.
Maybe this will blow over soon. I hope so. It’s been tense here.
Love you all!!! ❤️