story continues, please read th first part below Pretty soon, I got married and had two wonderful children. I quit my job to be at home with them and I left my world of lies and deceit behind me. My life revolved around my husband and my two adorable children my 11-year-old Rizwan and my 8-year-old Sadia. Both of them were the apple of my eyes, and my world couldn't have been better. That's the time that fate brought my world crashing down on me! One day, I got a call from the police station that my son Rizwan had been caught shoplifting. In a daze, I called my husband, and both of us rushed to the police station. I can barely remember what happened at the station. My husband left me to deal with Rizwan. Rizwan refused to talk with me, but I had to find out what was going on with him. I was pretty sure that he must have been forced to steal by his friends. When I insisted that he answer me, he just burst, "What do you care? Why don't you leave me alone?" I'd never seen him look that angry! I too got upset and yelled, "You can't talk to me like that! I'm your mother and you have to show some respect." And he'd replied, "Respect cannot be forced, Mom! It has to be earned." He'd stormed out of the room after that, leaving me alone with a blinding headache. I couldn't figure out what was going on with my son. In my confusion, I did something that I'd promised that I would never do. I started searching his room. I wanted to find some clue that would help me solve the mystery. Was he taking drugs? Or maybe, if I found out something about his friends, I may get some reason for his behavior. I started going through his closet. I was going through his shirt, when something fell out of it. As I bent to take a closer look, I realized it was a diary. I hadn't even known that my son maintained a diary. I was in a dilemma. I was dying to read it and yet I knew that I would be entirely invading his privacy. The mother in me won the battle! However, as I took a closer look at the diary, the room started spinning around me and everything suddenly became very clear! I groaned in pain as I shifted my position one more time. I wanted the earth to swallow me. I wanted to stop existing. I wanted to forget the fact that the diary I'd found in my son's room didn't belong to him it belonged to me! I looked at the title in the diary, "Little White Lies." The little diary consisted of all the lies that I'd ever told from the day I could start writing till this day. As I started reading them again, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Did he read them? Even as I thought this, I got irritated by my own stupidity. OF course, he'd read them! What else could the whole thing mean? I was irritated at myself for recording every single lie, so faithfully. I was irritated at myself for being so careless with it. It didn't even matter how he got hold of it. My heart did a double somersault as I saw that one entry had been underlined. It was the entry where I'd lied to my son as to why I couldn't take him to a field trip that all of his friends were going to. I had just not been in the mood to take him anywhere, so I'd told him that I wasn't feeling well. And then I had made the entry in my diary that night, "Kids are so innocent! They just believe everything you tell them and don't even feel the need to question you. I have to stop this lying habit that I've developed. Maybe, tomorrow I'll take Rizwan to his favorite park." In one moment, I regretted every little or big lie that I'd ever told! My past had caught up with me and I had to figure out a way of coming out of this mess. What should I do? Should I come out with the entire truth, or go for another big lie to cover up all the little white lies? "Beware of lying for lying guides to transgression and transgression leads to the fire." (Bukhari and Muslim).