I stood there listening to my father shout at top of his voice．The look on his face said that one of us had done something 　　1　　．

　　“Which one of you did this?”

　　We all looked down at the 　　2　　．There was child’s handwriting in chalk there．I was filled with a lot of 　　3　　．I hoped no one could see it．Would he guess it was me?I was so worried．When he asked me, I lied,“Not me, Dad．”

　　The others denied(否認)it as well．Of course, we all knew that one of us 　　4　　 have done it．But as the youngest and smallest of the three, I just couldn’t find the courage to tell the truth．

　　To 　　5　　 who had written on the step, Father gave us each a piece of paper and a pencil．“I want each of you to 　　6　　 exactly what you see on the step．”I tried my best to write the words 　　7　　．I didn’t want Dad to be able to tell it was me．

　　He 　　8　　 our pieces of paper and looked at them．“　　9　　 none of you will admit(承認)to have done it, then I will punish you all．”I stood there and said nothing．The last thing I wanted was for Dad to 　　10　　 me!

　　“I did it．”My sister stepped forward and said 　　11　　 had done something she hadn’t．She was grounded for a month．

　　We didn’t talk about that day for man years．Not until we were all older and I knew it was 　　12　　 to finally tell my dad it was really me．I always felt sorry because of it．That was the last time I let anyone take the blame for me．

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