a guilty thing

Whenever Mom and Dad handed me a popsicle, I would think of this guilty thing.

I remember once, my mother gave me twenty yuan to ask me to manage my hair. I walked on the road. Soy-like sweat continued to fall down like a broken pearl, and the clothes were soaked. The dog on the side of the road, sitting under the shade of the tree, kept vomiting his tongue. I came to the store and spent five yuan to buy a popsicle. I stood in the shade of the tree and ate it. Suddenly, I thought to myself: After I bought the popsicle, I only had 15 yuan. I can’t manage my hair. What should I do?

So, I returned home, my mother saw my hair is still so long, he shouted: "Wang Yiyi, I am not asking you to manage your hair, how come you come back!" "There are too many people, waiting for me." Go again." I replied uneasily. At this time, I saw a change of seven dollars in my father's wallet. So, I took five yuan from the wallet. I took the money and immediately got up and went to the barber shop to manage my hair. When I got my hair back home, "What about my change?", Dad said, "Wu Shiqi, have you taken it?" "I didn't take it." I replied with a red face and a red face.

This matter has been left in my mind, I lied to my mother, I am not honest with my father. I have not admitted the mistake for this until now, and I feel very guilty.

Fifth grade: Wang Yiyi