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(否认)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(承认)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．