Sacrifices, crossroads, and bittersweet decisions

When I was little, I had a pet hamster whose name was Bambi. He was dark brown and had big floppy ears. He was very adorable and my pride and glory.
One summer my mom and dad had some friends come over. This family had a daughter with a couple issues among them mental retardation. She was a sweet girl and very easy to get along with--- until her eyes fell accross my priced possession. Bambi.
She came often to play with it and fell as much in love with it as I was. After many visits, one night, my mom suggested her taking it home with her. I had begun to get lazy about taking care of it, and my mom thought she'd love it more. I remember looking at my mom with big bright eyes. There she was - giving away what belonged to me! At that moment the girl looks at me and says "Really Miriam? Can I keep him?" Her eyes were gleaming with hope and joy as she looked at me. And I knew then and there that it was the right thing to do.

So I gathered up all of his belongings that day and sighed when I gave it to her. I sat by the window, peering out, long after the car was gone with my first taste of a bittersweet decision.
See the thing about doing the right thing sometimes -- is that it requires some sacrifice.
When ur small, sacrifices like that are rare. Usually all that is expected of you is to share your toys, say please and thank you, or simply not run inside the house. But when you get older and the right thing to do requires more than simple tasks --- you come to the verge of a crossroad...

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