NoJo
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My fifty-four-year-old brother has just got himself a superbike, as part of his new lease of senility. He's wanted one ever since our parents refused to get him a Lambretta in 1967.
He made me promise not to tell our mother, to save her the anxiety.
I realised that we never stop lying to our parents, the poor dears. Which is a sobering thought when I look at my 15-year-old. For example, I never told my mother about a recent "ding" I had with my car.
What secrets to you keeep from your parents, not out of shame, but becuase you don't want them to worry about you?
He made me promise not to tell our mother, to save her the anxiety.
I realised that we never stop lying to our parents, the poor dears. Which is a sobering thought when I look at my 15-year-old. For example, I never told my mother about a recent "ding" I had with my car.
What secrets to you keeep from your parents, not out of shame, but becuase you don't want them to worry about you?