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Tell The Truth
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Lying to people so you can get out of trouble seems natural, right? Everybody does it. Well, it’s actually wrong. Eventually, you will find yourself in more trouble than you would have been if you just told the truth. Even though it can be very difficult to tell the truth sometimes, you’ll have to face the music someday.
Now, let’s face it. We have all lied before, and most likely, we continue to lie. We know it’s bad, and we really can’t help it. But worst of all, we act like it’s no big deal, like it happens all the time. It’s become a very bad habit of the world.
It was a cold, dark night at my house, and I was 10 years old. I was trying to reach a glass cup from the cupboard, and I did grab it, but I didn’t exactly grip it strong enough.
The cup shattered next to my feet, but not on my feet. Surprisingly, I didn’t get injured. I panicked, because my grandma was upstairs in her room, and I wasn’t sure if she’d heard me. I reached into the cupboard and grabbed a plastic plate. I started to pick up the pieces and and put them on the plate. I know that was probably a really stupid idea, but I was 10, and I didn’t know what else I could do.
While picking up the last few pieces, I found my index finger bleeding slowly. I held it up in the air while I used the rest of my fingers to pick up the other pieces. I finished picking up the glass shards, and I walked over to our first-aid kit and got a bandage. I placed it carefully over my wound, and it seemed to stop bleeding. I then continued back to the plastic plate. I bent over, picked it up, and placed it next to the sink.
My mom came home, and assumed it was my dad because he is a bit clumsy. My mom was actually laughing, she thought it was silly that he had put the pieces in a plate. I don’t think she suspected me at all. I never showed my bandage to her. But even though she wasn’t mad the least bit, I still couldn’t find the courage to confess to her that it was me.
To this day, I haven’t told her. She probably forgot about the incident by now, but I still plan to come clean. I believe that telling the truth is better than lying. I believe you should always tell the truth no matter what.
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