Robin

When I was young, my grandparents gave me a statue of a robin. My grandmother told me that it was a sign of honor, so I should always be honorable. They were always taking care of me because my parents  were almost always at work. They helped me with whatever I needed, and I returned the favor. It wasn't always easy, but I was glad to help them with anything I could.

Every time I needed to make a serious decision, I look to the robin for help. It helped me decide whether or not something is right thing to do. Last year, someone smashed the robin statue. It seemed like my beliefs and values were smashed with the robin. I never thought of how much it helped me until it was gone. Now, I'm always worried about making a bad decision.