A hard lesson

Kathryn Geraldine Rezek

My dad and I sometimes went together to the grocery store. I always liked to go with him and help pick out the groceries on the list.

This day I was listening to error—that means wrong thoughts—and when we came by the candy counter I lagged behind. I looked around to see if anyone was watching. Then I took three candy bars and put them in my pocket and caught up with Dad, who seemed not to have noticed that I was not around.

When we got home I helped him carry in the groceries and then went looking for my two brothers. I found them in their bedroom, and I gave them each a candy bar. Then I was bragging about how easy it was to get candy for nothing, when something made me look toward the bedroom door and there stood Dad.

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