Honest

  One day, my carefree get boring, use a knife to scrape a few on the corners of the desk. Mom discovered, immediately ordered my two sister and I come over, stern mother ah loudly way: "who has broken the desk desktop." I felt very upset, I thought: if I tell her, as she had the habit of, will surely beat me, but she has said, make a mistake, it doesn't matter, as long as honest metasomatism is good girl. So I plucked up the courage to stand up and say: "it's me." Unexpectedly, she not only did not criticize me, and praised the of my honesty.