I remember the time when I was in 6th grade. I went to visit my grandparents in a summer vacation in Bangladesh. The topic of my writing is “sometimes, you just have to lie.” The true story is about one of my cousin who was only 3 years old at that time. Soon after I reached there, I found out that my aunt was going to USA for some medical reasons leaving her child to his grand parents' house in Bangladesh.
The moment was very sad when My aunt and uncle were leaving for the Airport as they were also leaving their young child behind, and as everybody, including the boy, knew that his mother will not come back before 3 months. However, as soon as that moment passed, we all in the house, realized that taking good care of the young kid and helping him not feeling the absence of his parents weren't any easy task at all.
The boy soon became a friend of mine as I was the only person around who could really play with him and could share some of his young thoughts. The kid seemed doing alright for the first couple of days, but soon after a few days, he began to miss his mother so badly that he started to cry . He also began to do some destructive things like breaking all the things he could reach and not listening to anybody at home. The situation was getting worse day by day . At moments, he used to ask me desperately, “When is my mother coming back? Why did she leave me?” and so on. I didn’t wanted to lie to the 3 year old kid, but I didn’t have enough courage to tell him the truth either; the truth that his mother would come back after 3 months.
As situation went out of control, I had to change my mind. I had to choose one single option whether to lie or not lie to the child about his parents. I told myself that if a simple lie can help a child overcome such a depression, than I should probably go for it. I chose to lie. I began to convince him that his mother would be back next week, and I had to continue lying to the young boy until his mother finally came back from USA after having a surgery. By the time my vacation was over, and I went back . However, I never felt any guilt about this lying after that ; rather, I felt very accomplished and satisfied as I was able to take proper care of the kid in the absence of his parents. An after thought would be that sometimes, a lie might not be as bad as it sounds; but of course, we all should try to avoid lying to each other.
Abdur khan