It happened late one night last summer,my family was traveling in Montana. We stopped at a hotel and with the room keys, we entered our room. We kept the room dark and quickly put the kids to bed, hoping they'd have a good sleep. Then I went into the bathroom to get(wash). Suddenly I caught sight of beer containers in the garbage can. Then my eyes (scan) the floor and saw a black bag that looked like one of(we). But it wasn't! We were in someone else' room!
My husband immediately called the front desk and the waitresscharge responded with a cry "Oh, my God!"
We began putting all of our things back into our oversized suitcase. Suddenly, I heard someone(unlock) the door, which made my heart beat wildly.
The door opened andelderly man came in, shocked. We didn't knowto do with the matter but luckily the waitress arrived out of breath. She cried even(badly) for mistakenly giving us the wrong keys. After hearing the waitress' (explain), the old man, my husband and I tried to comfort her. The special experience in someone else's room made me realize that forgiveness is a kind of virtue.
