I never thought one of the saddest moments of my life would happen on a playground. During third grade, however, I was proven wrong. Third grade was a simpler time when one of the most important things in my life was the annual school talent show that I was planning to do with one of my best friends who we’ll call Sarah.
Sarah and I had been best friends since Kindergarten, so it was only a matter of time before we did the talent show together. We were going to do a cute little dance and had already started planning it about a month before the day of the show. I couldn’t wait to do the talent show with Sarah, but I soon learned she had other plans. It was a warm spring day, about two weeks before the talent show, when Sarah came up to me on the playground during recess with a friend. Before I could even greet her, she said, “I’m not doing the talent show with you anymore, I’m doing it with her,” as she gestured to the girl next to her who gave me a slightly petty smile and wave. The smile my face was wearing just seconds before quickly faded as I questioned, “What?” “I’m dancing with her now, not you,” she reiterated before the two girls ran off, giggling. I fell numb and held back tears as the bell to call us inside from recess rang.
When I got home from school that day, I cried. I cried a lot. One of my best friends had just betrayed me and I was heartbroken. I wailed to my mom, saying things like “We already had our dance all planned out!” and “Why would she do that?” My mom did what she could to comfort me, but there was really nothing she could do to solve the situation. I sobbed and sobbed and sobbed and knew that this was going to be the end of my friendship with Sarah.
Originally, one of my smaller friendship groups consisted of Sarah, another girl (we’ll call her Alice), and me. However, not long after Sarah ditched me, Sarah and Alice also had a falling out, thus making our entire group fall apart. Alice and I remained friends, though, but after Sarah and Alice’s fight, it only deepened the mix of sadness and anger I felt towards Sarah. She hurt me and my friend, and it took me a great amount of time to finally get over what had happened and forgive her. In fact, it took me four years. I took time to grow and mature and in seventh grade, I finally talked to her again. Now, we have decided to leave the past behind us and continue on with our new friendship.
Although what Sarah did to me in third grade broke my heart, through growth and maturity, I was able to find forgiveness. And, even though I joke about still being mad at Sarah, I am very happy I was able to find forgiveness so we could get over it together. Even though it seemed like the end of the world at the time, I can look back on it now and see that it really wasn’t a big deal at all. Back then, forgiveness seemed impossible, but after maturing I have found that sometimes forgiveness just takes time.
Story by Emily Achin // Title by Kat DeStefano