A Hard Day
A mistake, some tears, and kind words
By Thursday night, I felt very and heavy.
My arms and legs have never felt so .
On this day, I helped at a busy .
The was full, and everyone was moving fast.
"Please carry these plates to table five," the said.
I have never carried so many plates before.
My hands were shaking as I crossed the room.
Suddenly, I dropped a glass, and it broke loudly.
Water and pieces spread across the clean floor.
My face turned red, and my eyes filled with .
"I am so sorry," I said in a small voice.
I have made a terrible in front of everyone.
I wanted to run away and hide somewhere quiet.
The , Ms. Hara, came to me quickly.
"Do not worry. Everyone starts like this," she said.
"I have broken many glasses too," she added kindly.
Her gentle words made my heart feel a little lighter.
"Mistakes have taught me a lot," Ms. Hara said.
I wiped the floor and took a deep .
Slowly, I stood up and tried the job again.
This time, I carried the plates more carefully.
I have learned that days can still teach us.
That night, I wrote about my hard day.
"I have grown a little today," I wrote quietly.