At some point in our lives we have said some pious lie, this time I will tell you mine.
One day my boyfriend and I planned a trip to Mérida but since my mother was very jealous to let me out, I told her that I was going to spend the weekend at a friend's house and she accepted without any problem. When we arrived in Mérida we stayed in a hotel that had a pool, restaurant and recreational areas; the next day we visited some parks, museums and squares. Everything was perfect until two days after leaving the hotel we got with an uncle who happened to be staying in the same hotel for work. The meeting was not the best, I wanted to die when I saw it, I had no reason to excuse myself from my big lie, he just told me that he gave me the opportunity to tell my mother the truth.
The day I arrived at my house I was armed with courage and I had to fight the truth to my mother, then the big scolding and the chant of why I had lied to her. From that day it was difficult to lie again.
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