An Honest Moment

It all starts in Egypt when I was small. I was in the car, with my mom driving us back to our house in our brown S.U.V. We got to our house and I got out of the car. Before my mom had gotten out of the car I took something sharp that I found on the ground. Then I’m not sure why I did it but I scratched the side of the car with it to form a tick-tack-toe game. Don’t ask me why I would do such a thing because I wouldn’t know how to answer you. My mom got out of our car with all the bags and other things that she had with her and we went inside our house with my mom not noticing what I had done.

The next morning my mom and I came out of our house so that she could drop me at school. Right when she saw the scratch on the car she became furious. “Oh no! Who scratched the side of the car!!?” “Did you do it?” She asked me. “No, I didn’t,” I replied. “Then who could have done it?” She said. “Are you sure, because it’s better to say the truth then lie.” “Ok,” I said. “I have made a mistake, I did it.” She was then so happy that I said the truth.