text: I shouldn't be here. I am not a bad guy, I swear. Just a troubled kid. You have to understand me, I am not a thief! It was all a big misunderstanding... Let me explain. I don't know when it started, all I know is that both my parents being the most wanted thieves in our town was probably the rudiment to me being who I am today. At school, I was the good kid. My whole class can attest for my character. Never one assignment late. Never disrupting class. Always kind to teachers and students. At home it was hard. My parents always pestered me asking me to steal anything I could get my hands on. I wish they would stop wanting to steal all the time. I didn't want to be like them. I wanted to be different. I'll never forget the day my life changed forever. June 10th 2011 my dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Nobody was quite sure what it was. One thing was certain though bills,bills, bills and more bills started to pile up. We struggled. After 2 months of this I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't live to see my dad languish in his bed. So weak. So tired. August 10 2011 “Tim may you please go to the pharmacy and pick up the medicine?” My mom called. She pushed $60 dollars into my hand. $60 for medicine. I looked at her with big eyes, “mom I can pay for some of it.” “No Tim” She said “This is my responsibility” With that she gave me a quick kiss on the head “Be back soon! This dinner isn't going to cook itself” she called as I walked out. The pharmacy was down the street. I was a regular there now. I went in with all good intentions. Mrs. Ellie wasn't there to greet me like usual, instead there was someone else there, must have been new. I went to the section where my dad's medicine was and I couldn't believe my eyes. The price had went up. Now it was $70 dollars for medicine. 70! After, I don't know what happened. Everything went by in a blur. I wasn't thinking. $70 was too much for medicine, and I was $10 short. Since I couldn't afford the medicine I absconded with it before anyone could see me. I returned home out of breath “Mom I'm home” As soon as I opened the door I could see my mom stirring the stew with a blank face, but when she saw me she put on smile, the same fake smile she always does. The one that looks happy at first glance, but if you pay attention and look into her eyes you could see it was a culmination of deep pain and sadness. My dad over in the living room reading quietly. He was sad too, you just had to look harder to find it. Reading was his only escape, If I was him I would want to escape too. I couldn't take it. I made a promise to myself to never be like them and I broke it. I had to tell her. I had to tell her what I had done. It was the only way to purge the guilt. I don't know what I was expecting but the emotive responce my mom gave left me left me timorous. She broke down crying “How could you, How could you Timothy” She shook her head and said “But I know it's my fault, I raised you to be a thief... a ruffian there is only two places for those kinds of people. Jail, or the grave. And I can't lose you too” With all the commotion from ,my mother no one noticed the stillness of my father. He was lied out on the couch peacefully. I slowly walked over to the couch with tears streaming down my face. There was a loud knock on the door.