The voice of silence
“Speech is silver but silence is golden.”(Page 10)
“What are you waiting for? Just tell her our classes end late today,” Harry stared at me.
“But…we don’t have classes today,” I innocently answered.
“Babe, don’t tell me you’ve never lied to your mom before,” Harry pulled a wry face and questioned me.
Of course, I have lied to my mom, more than once. I still remember the first time I told her a lie. I was grinning at my mom and said: “Mommy, the medicine is already in my lovely tummy!” However, the fact that I had thrown the medicine into the garbage bin was very soon revealed afterwards. I then had to listen to mom’s hour-long speech about why children should not tell lies which I still vaguely remember today.
I looked at Harry; my heart missed a beat. Harry was my first boyfriend. We were classmates since elementary school. He was nice, smart and a-head-taller than me. We saw each other every day, but we never had, in his words, “a private moment”. That day, when we suddenly had all classes off, he asked me out for a “date” at the park nearby. I accepted, which meant I would have to lie to my mom and expect another speech.
I picked up the phone and dialed her number. She didn’t answer; probably, she was on the subway. I left a message saying: “Hi mommy, the teacher wants us to stay for some exam reviews so I may be home a little late tonight. I will be careful, don’t worry, mommy. Love you.” I closed my eyes for a second or two, which I often did after telling a lie; then I looked at Harry, forced a smile. He didn’t look happy as I thought he would, after I lied to my mom. He seemed sad and forced another smile back at me. Suddenly but gently, he hugged me and said:” I’m sorry.” It was always hard to tell a lie, especially to a person I love, like my mom. But luckily, Harry seemed to understand that thought of mine. He probably didn’t know, but it was him who always encouraged and cheered me up. Harry meant a lot to me.