The cost of lying
The Cost of Lying Trust is like a mirror, once it is broken, it is never seen the same again, and that is the cost. No matter how hard you try to put it back together, the cracks are always visible. No one wants to be a liar, no one wants to be a dishonest person. One might presume that a person will lie because they want something they can’t have with the truth. Recalling back to my childhood, I was unable to be like other children where they were able to have fun, running, jumping, and screaming. Every moment of my life was monitored by my mom and I was required to report everything back to her. Gradually as I grew older, I became more independent and started to make decisions on my own, which led me to my first lie and disappointed my mom.
In my life, I find that the luckiest thing I ever had was a mother whom really cared about me; the most unlucky thing that has ever happen to me was a heart disease I had since I was young. My dad was worked from morning to evening every day, and my mom was the only one to take care of me. Every day, my mom was busy in between home and the hospital. After I came out of the hospital, my mom was strict and over protective to me because she worried that my heart disease would happen again. Although my mom was only being protective of me, I wanted to get out of my mom’s control, I had things I wanted to do.
I was not tall, and I didn’t have pretty face, but at least I had to have a slender figure. That was my main focus about myself, when I was fifteen years old. I was 1.58 meters tall and weighed 55 kilograms, however because I was not satisfied with myself I continued trying to lose more. I started to search the information online, and I tried to find a way that was workable. A silly decision came from my head, I decided to do more exercises and eat less to lose weight. I knew my mom would not allow me to do that, so I told my mom, “I need to stay after school this month because I want to prepare for my midterm”!
In my life, I find that the luckiest thing I ever had was a mother whom really cared about me; the most unlucky thing that has ever happen to me was a heart disease I had since I was young. My dad was worked from morning to evening every day, and my mom was the only one to take care of me. Every day, my mom was busy in between home and the hospital. After I came out of the hospital, my mom was strict and over protective to me because she worried that my heart disease would happen again. Although my mom was only being protective of me, I wanted to get out of my mom’s control, I had things I wanted to do.
I was not tall, and I didn’t have pretty face, but at least I had to have a slender figure. That was my main focus about myself, when I was fifteen years old. I was 1.58 meters tall and weighed 55 kilograms, however because I was not satisfied with myself I continued trying to lose more. I started to search the information online, and I tried to find a way that was workable. A silly decision came from my head, I decided to do more exercises and eat less to lose weight. I knew my mom would not allow me to do that, so I told my mom, “I need to stay after school this month because I want to prepare for my midterm”!