One Saturday, I played computer at home and had a good time. I suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom, so I hurried to the bathroom. As a result, I heard a bang, and the beautiful and delicate goldfish bowl on the coffee table fell to the ground and broke. Looking at the glass on the ground and the lively goldfish, I was scared and at a loss. ...
What shall we do? I was so anxious at home that I thought of many ways to save myself:
Method 1: Clean the room, then buy a new fish tank and some new goldfish and put them back casually. However, I don't have that much money on me, and I don't know there are such beautiful goldfish to sell, so this method won't work.
Method 2: When my mother comes back, I will tell her honestly and explain what happened clearly, but I think I will definitely be scolded by my mother for breaking such a valuable fish tank, and maybe I will be severely beaten. The thought of my mother's anger scares me. It seems that this method will not work.
Method 3: Go out to find Miss Sister's brother, and I'll go out, pretending it's nothing to do with me. I think this method will work.
I went out to find my brother, told him to play at home, and then I went out.
I went home with a nervous mood. This scene happened in front of me, which surprised me very much. (
The younger brother said to his mother, "menstruation, I'm sorry, I broke the fish tank." My mother said, "No, you are brave enough to admit your mistake honestly. Just admit your mistake. " Then my mother comforted my brother and gave him a few dollars to go shopping. Hearing their conversation, I was surprised and curious, so I asked my mother, "Mom, why can you forgive my brother for doing something wrong and I can't?" Mother replied: "Because he is honest and dares to admit his mistakes, the most basic thing for us to be is honesty. If you are dishonest, you are not a trustworthy person. "
After listening to my mother's words, I was ashamed and lamented that I was not as good as a child over five years old. What I don't understand is why my brother answered like this. Later I quietly asked my brother why you broke the fish tank. My brother told me: Brother, I'm worried that menstruation will hit you.
This matter has been preserved in my memory. Whenever I pick up the shell of my memory and slowly recall the past, scenes seem to appear in front of me, and sentences echo in my ears. I left a deep footprint in my later life, saying goodbye to lies and daring to tell the truth.