Personal Narrative-Sacrifice

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Dear journal, First I Was walking home and there was this boy who tried to steal my purse. But he fell on the floor. I grabbed him by his shirt and rattled him until his teeth chattered. I was so angry and mad. Then I yelled at him to pick up my pocketbook. Which he did, I told him if I let go of him would he run he said yes. I told him I am not letting him go then. So I took him to my home to wash his face. Once we got to my home, I put my purse down and he sat by it. I thought he would have taken it. But also he chose to sit where I can see him in the corner of my eye. Next I finally found the gas plate. I told him I would fix us up something to eat. He looked like he needed something to eat. He finally told me why he wanted my purse. Well

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