The Most Honest Thing I Have Ever Done

It was three years ago. One day morning I got up, then found that no one was in the house. They all went out. But I know that Mom was just going to the supermarket and buying some stuff. No matter what, it was obviously that I have to eat breakfast by my self. On the dining table there is milk and bread prepared by Mom. I didn't want to drink milk only, so I reached into the refrigerator and took out a jar of oatmeal. Then the things happened. At the moment I put it in the table, remissly loosened it. The jar fell down and broke to pieces. I was totally frightened. But I quickly calmed down, and embarked on cleaning the fragments. I was worried and afraid that if Mom came back and saw this mess while I was cleaning.

When everything was fine, I start to think should I be frank or not. If I say nothing, I believe no one will know. But I'll feel guilty for a long time. If I say it to Mom, I'm afraid she'll blame me. It was hard to choose, but I knew, without a doubt, what was the right alternative. Then Mom came back. I said what happened to Mom with disquiet. Surprisingly, Mom didn't blame me. She only told me to be careful next time. I think it was because of my honesty. Anyway, that day was unforgettable. It reminds me of the import of the honesty.