I stood there listening to the stern(严厉) words of my father.
"Which of you did this?" he asked with a sharp voice. We all stared down at the floor containing the art of a child's handwriting in chalk.
I stood there, trembling and hoped that no one else could see it. "Will he know it was me?" I secretly wondered. Scared, I said, "Not me, Dad."
The others denied it as well. Of course, we knew that one of us must have done it. But I, being the youngest and smallest of us three, just couldn't find the courage to tell the truth. I wasn't a bad kid and lying was not normal for me. But the look on my dad's face that evening frightened me and somehow I couldn't bring myself to tell him.
Without saying a word, he disappeared for several minutes and came back with a piece of paper and a pencil, determined to find out who did it.
He asked each of us to write exactly what we saw on the floor. I wasn't a stupid kid though. When my turn came, I deliberately(故意）wrote the words differently. So when my dad compared the handwriting, he still couldn't tell which one of us did it. Frustrated, he took a step towards us and looked at his three small kids.
"I'm going to give you one more chance to admit."
Not surprisingly, neither my brother nor my sister spoke up. Why should they?
I was the one who did it. "Should I say something? Is it too late? He will be mad." Again, frightened, I held my tongue.
He took us all in the house as tears suddenly filled my eyes. "Since none of you seemed to have done it, then you will all get a spanking(打屁股)." What? Still I stood there and said nothing. The last thing I wanted was a spanking.
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1）续写词数应为150左右；
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| Paragraph 1: "I did it," someone said and I was pretty sure it wasn't me. Paragraph 2: It was a secret we kept for many years. |
