I was in my parents room one day when I noticed a large pile of loose change on my father’s dresser. Figuring that I would get away with it, I pocketed about 50 cents. Well, I either thought that I would get away with it or secretly hoped that I wouldn’t.
A few days later, my father was ranting about money missing from his room. He asked if I had taken it. I said no. He continued ranting. Later my mother asked me. I again said no but felt that she already had me pegged. She asked again and I told her that I needed it to buy something for school. She didn’t believe it.