The best lies are the ones which are unbelievable.
Lunchtime at school was a treat for me as it usually ended with me stealing food from my friends and having what I would then consider a lavish feast. My mom never failed in her duty to pack my lunch but I saved that as a classroom snack. The time that she did forget to her lunch duties, my mother would give me just enough money to cover my lunch in the school cafeteria.
Inevitably, mother was not able to provide the exact change one day. She trusted me with a large bill and asked me to not to overspend. The rest of the day went by as usual but without any snacks to pass the time in the boring classroom.
On the way home, I passed by an impoverished child. Sights like these were common in my city, so I didn’t bother with a second glance. She came up behind me and tugged at my sleeve asking me if I could give her some food. Had she asked for money I don’t think I would’ve cared so much but there was desperation in her plea for food.
I told my mother I had spent all the money on myself. I don’t know why, but to me, it seemed that pretending to have spent all the money on myself would’ve been easier for my mom to believe and forgive than saying that I had given it away to someone I didn’t know. I didn’t escape a punishment for spending too much but I believe I did escape a long drawn out conversation which would have surely dimmed my views on charity