A child asked his mother: "Mommy, why are some of your hairs turning grey?"She replied, "It is because of you, dear. Every bad action of yours will turn one of my hair grey!"
The child replied innocently: "Now I know why grandmother has only grey hairs on her head."
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And if I were to pull one hair for every bad action of mine - I would have been bald long back!
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Dear Mummy and Papa Trust is such a big problem. I don't like it. Please do not trust me. When you say you trust me, this puts pressure on me. I don't like trust. You say you trust that I will keep my word. But many times I am not able to. Sometimes because I gave that promise because you wanted me to (and I didn't really want to) - like the promise of not eating that chocolate before dinner. Then you said that I had broken your trust. I don't like trust. You say you trust that I will not tell lies. But many times, when I'm simply scared to get a scolding, I tell lies. I was scared when I did not complete the project so I told that my teacher liked my work. Then you saw my diary and teacher's note and you said that I had broken your trust. I don't like trust. You say you trust that I will live up to your expectations. But the other day when i was teasing my friend badly, you said I had broken your trust because I did not behave properly while you expected me...

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