When I was four years old I got ill. I took medicine twice
a day. The medicine had so a bitter taste that I took it mixed in
orange juice. The problem was that I can still taste the medicine.
In a particular afternoon my mother brought the drink in. As
she gave it to me, when the phone rang and she went to answer
it. I looked at the orange drink and decided I couldn't face them,
so I hid the glass behind a pile magazines. Of course, when 61.
my mother was asked," Have you already taken your medicine?"
I said," Yes." I felt very pleased with me. The next day, my
mother found drink when she was doing the housework. She
looked at me serious and said," It's bad to tell lies!"
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