In my family, we practice lying every day.
“I know what’s best for you”, Father lies.
“I’m sure you do,” I lie in return.
“Don’t you use that tone at me,” his slap rings true.
I’ve never been good at lying, but I’m getting better. Lies are an important tool. Mother taught me that before she left. She would tell me that she loves me, but she didn’t take me with her.
She was good at lying.
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“Did you hear about Service?” The whisper erupts from . . .
In my family, we practice lying every day.
“I know what’s best for you”, Father lies.
“I’m sure you do,” I lie in return.
“Don’t you use that tone at me,” his slap rings true.
I’ve never been good at lying, but I’m getting better. Lies are an important tool. Mother taught me that before she left. She would tell me that she loves me, but she didn’t take me with her.
She was good at lying.
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“Did you hear about Service?” The whisper erupts from . . .