My conscience was a separate person

Date: 7/14/2021

My conscience was a separate person and he had yellow hair and looked like a cartoon. We just moved to a new house and in the room there were lots of boxes. We drank hot chocolate while playing a fun video game on our tiny box TV set. Then there was a robber flying by our window. The robber was a girl with brown hair about 12 or 13. She looked sad. My conscience said that robbers were only robbers because they were poor or had no home. We were arguing on wether to let her in or not. We let her in and she seemed to have no soul or intelligence. I tucked her into a Japanese floor bed. My conscience said that giving her a toy would be good for her, but I strongly refused. We argued a lot on whether to give her a toy and eventually I gave in and gave her a ball.