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      <title>One of those days... by Xander Caffin-Ballingall</title>
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      <description>Describe the events that led up to a day that didn&#39;t quite go to plan. What did you learn? If you had the power to change the day&#39;s outcome would you do so? Why or why not? </description>
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      <pubDate>2018-05-22 21:50:05 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Lucy</title>
         <author>lucy_koo</author>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>It was one of those days when I had a big fight with Grace, it was a bigger fight then usual but that did  not matter to me then. I thought we could solve it quickly after I hear her blaming all on me and I say the fake sorry. But unexpectedly, Grace did not keep the line and scraped the part that she was not meant to. I lost control of my feelings and shouted out everything I thought of her. She looked shocked and I was too, it was feelings that I kept for 2 years all to myself, I guess it just towered on top of each other and exploded. After few minutes she came along with tears in her eye telling me to apologize. I was mad. It felt like it was not me, I did not. Normal days I would have, but no, not that day. After a calm(?) fight with words, I could not stop the tears trying to explode out and decided to end this quickly, it was embarrassing for me to cry in front of her because I felt like I was doing the same thing as her, getting apologized using tears. I splattered  the word I thought I would not say that day, it was 'sorry'. Then I ran into the toilet with my diary and wrote crazily what I felt and what happened. By then, it was hard for me to even see with all the tear blocking my sight. The funny thing was that the toilet was the only place I could cry at home even though I could not make a sound. It would be too much stress for my parents to solve problems like this plus all the full time work, and also the fact that it will be always more of Grace then me since she was younger. That day I felt so grateful for my brother when he asked me if I cried, it showed me he cared about me, not only Grace. <br><br>If I could go back, I would say sorry to Grace properly as now I think about it I did not think about Grace's feelings a bit, I was too busy making mine better. But also I would have talked with her about this, saying it is very difficult for me to be always a perfect sister with the age of 10 (year 4, and also ask her how she felt and the thing I could fix. But there is no point thinking and regretting now when it is over, I have talked to Grace now and we are trying to respect each other. So now I would look forward to the improvement we will make for each other.    </div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2018-05-23 09:32:49 UTC</pubDate>
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