Yesterday I told a lie.
I don’t feel very good about it.
I was bouncing a ball in the kitchen, and the ball bounced up and broke a cup.
It was one of my mother’s best cups, so I was afraid that she would be mad.
I put the broken cup back on the table, and I didn’t tell anyone that I had broken it.
That night, my mother asked who had broken the cup.
My brother said, “not me.”
My sister said, “I didn’t do it.”
I said, “I didn’t break the cup,” but I was lying.
My mother said that we would all be punished, if someone didn’t tell the truth and say who broke the cup.
I still did not tell her that I had broken it.
She gave us one more chance, and said that she wasn’t mad about the cup; she just wanted us to be honest.
I still didn’t say anything.
My brother, sister and I all got sent to our rooms.
We had to stay in our rooms all morning.
My brother said that it wasn’t fair.
I felt very bad because my brother and sister were being punished because of me.
I went to my mother and told her that I had broken the cup.
She said that she was not upset about the broken cup.
She knew that it was an accident.
She was disappointed in me because I hadn’t come forward and told the truth.
She said that she wouldn’t have punished me if I had been honest with her.
I told my brother and sister that I was sorry.
I felt bad because they were punished because I was dishonest.
I told my mother that I was sorry that I had lied to her.
I told her that I had learned a lesson.
Honesty is the best policy.
It is better to tell the truth.
It is not a good feeling when people don’t trust you.
I have learned that lying just hurts people.
Sometimes it is hard to be honest, but it is the best way to be.