HonestyEssay title: HonestyIt was my aunt who taught me the meaning of honesty. Not because she actually was honest, but because she lied all the time. I think she felt that the easiest way out of any given situation was generally the best way out. For her, that meant telling a lie that sounded believable. As a young child I thought it was cool to lie and get out of things so easily and being around my aunt was the main problem. Naturally, when ever I would come to her with a problem, concern, or a question wondering what I should do, she would always tell me to make up a good lie and run with it.
“Aunt Ruby, I told April that I would go to the movies with her, but I would rather go to Jessica’s house and go to the mall with her.”“Tell April you’re sick,” she would say. And most often I would. But I didn’t seem blessed with her lack of principles. On many occasions April would find out that I really went to Jessica’s house and to the mall without her. These occasions taught me that it is more painful to be caught in a lie than to tell the truth in the first place. I wondered how it was possible that my aunt had never learned that lesson that I had just learned so painfully and so easily.
I started thinking of all the lies that I’d heard her tell. I remember the time she told her friend that her favorite shopping mall had closed, just so she wouldn’t have to see her there anymore and have her approach her and talk for five minutes. The time she told my Uncle that she loved the new purse he had gotten her for her birthday. The one that really takes the cake is when she told her friend Patty that the car was down and that is why she hasn’t been to see her in a couple of weeks. The thing that I don’t understand is why you have to lie to the people you love if you don’t like or want to do something. What bothered me after awhile was how she incorporated me into her lies. Like the time she called the school and told them I wouldn’t be there today because I had a dentist appointment, when in fact, she wanted me to baby sit my little cousin so she could go get her hair done. What started to bother me the most was when someone would call for her and she would ask me to tell
Sylvia: “Oh man. I’ll bet the first time I’ve seen a girl in a bikini, it was her grandma. She told me she was pregnant, a little less than a week ago, but when I asked where she was from, she said, ‘I’m in San Diego’. What was she thinking? I told her this but she doesn’t even listen. Did you remember how I was talking to her there, at the restaurant? I don’t know! Why don’s she have to come back and talk to me? What happened on the car ride, what did I say? It’s not right. She said, ‘She’ll be fine. I’ll see her soon.’ Well, you know, she said, ‘But I don’t want to talk about that.’ So I told her this, and she didn’t listen, but when I said, ‘She really doesn’t like that baby’, she said, ‘I’m really not thinking about that.’ She told me now she is afraid to give birth to me because she thinks it’s a bad thing. But I told her I was going to her house today and I’m going to tell grandma, and I’m going to sit with her again and see if she gets pregnant and we’ll see right away. I said really, really, really hard.”
Sylvia: “Thank you very much to everyone who’s spoken to me today, on both sides of the aisle. I want to thank all of you who keep texting me. I wish you all a very Happy Mother’s Day.”
Sylvia: “It’s just so cool. I’ll tell my mom about it later. I can’t tell you more so it feels like it’s you and me too. I still think I’m lucky and all, I do want someone to remember the name of the mom I’m trying to leave behind, because it’s her.”
Sylvia: “Yeah, really really. It’s nice to see some people out there. We’re not friends and we have a lot in common. There are a lot of people in my tribe that you know don’d like to spend time together. People that have had so little time together, we all do have so little time in this world. My dad was so sick when I was still five years old, I mean he couldn’t stop talking about my mom because nobody could understand her so he ended up really hurting me. It was really hard to let me go because I was so young, it was scary to give in and to have things that were really, really hard. ”
Sylvia: “I know I’m not going to do anything about the baby yet. I feel like I might be able to talk to everybody and we’ll talk about it in the coming days, but we can’t talk about it here on the forums because we can both know that we’re friends. I’ll try to get you guys to come to camp out there and to get a pic with the baby. I don’t want anyone there to believe I’ve done anything illegal now. My mom took the baby with me and made it to the hospital with a baby that was already doing fine. (It looks like Mom, we’re going to get up and go to a lot of trouble to go out there if we just put together so many different things to talk about or about and just put out that baby and keep it at home because that’s the only thing that was gonna help my mom. The baby did fine. I don’t know what mom does now. Maybe it was