When I looked at thegrade(分数) on my math paper, I was shocked: a big "65"in bright red ink. As a good student in my teachers' eyes, I had never receivedsuch a terrible grade before.
I was so afraid that when I got home thatafternoon I lied to my dad. I told him I got 85 and the report(报告) wouldn't come until theend of the month. Dad smiled. Because he never thought that his daughter wouldlie to him.
A month later, Dad asked me again about thereport at the dinner table. He looked right into my eyes and asked for ananswer. Having no choice, I told him that I had in fact just 65 in my mathexam. I told a lie because I didn't want to let him down.
For a moment, he just looked at me. After a quiet moment, in the end, Dad said, in a hurt voice, "You have already let me down, with your lie. I am not sad at your math score(分数). That is no big deal — no one can be perfect all the time. However, I am very sorry for you. If you can't be honest with your dad, who can you be honest with? It's much easier to get a better grade than rebuild(重建) others'trust in you."
Dad's words touched my heart. I took out thereport, gave it to him and said sorry to him. My father smiled and touched myhead gently, "I'm glad you understand that." At that time, I knewthat my honesty is not only important to myself, but to those around me thattruly care about my happiness.
a. I told him the truth.
b. I received a terrible grade.
c. Dad asked me again about the report.
d. I said sorry to Dad.
e. Dad's words touched my heart.
f. I told him I got 85.