The day She learned to lie was the summer of her fifth year. She was quite the little beauty: Red hair that fell past her waist in ringlets all over, smooth as silk and easily arranged into plats and ponies, large almond eyes fringed with black lashes set by deep blue eyes that sparkled when she laughed, so they sparkled often.
A little bow mouth surrounded by milk-white skin dusted with freckles and graced with three perfectly round beauty marks on her right cheek like a triad. She was thin and light and skipped rather than walked.
And she always, always told the truth.
She saw around her, her mother would lie to her father, to the neighbours, to the concerned ladies down the street; “Yes everything’s fine.” “No I don’t need help at all.” “Yes, we are so lucky to have 3 beautiful children!”
She saw her father lie, lie about work, lie about home, lie about mother; “No I’m not tired.” “Yes I can get another job.” “It’s alright you didn’t clean again, there’s always tomorrow.”
The lies festered. They grew ugly. Twisting around their hearts like gnarled thorny branches of hate, discord and loathing.
She wanted no part of it. It was ugly and wrong.
She learned in school and at Sunday school it was a sin to lie; oh had She just knew that it was! Of course! That’s why it was so hard to get rid of, so nasty.
Lies were evil.
She wasn’t evil. So she wouldn’t lie.
One day Her father was tired of the boxes of papers in the attic. Mother NEVER threw ANYTHING away. So father took the boxes out front with the dried leaves and burned them. All of them.
He didn’t tell Mother.
Naturally, Mother found out, weeks later.
“WHERE ARE MY BOXES!” Mother shrieked, face contorted in anger, hands clawed and eyes wild.
“I don’t know.” Said father simply. Turning away and ignoring the scene that was forming before him.
“But Father, you burned them in the leaves in the fall, don’t you remember?” She said, helpfully, thinking, “Why doesn’t he remember?”
“No, I did not. Why would you lie like that?” He asked angrily.
“But I’m not, I saw you. You must remember! I don’t lie, please!” She pleaded, how could he say that she lied?! Of all the horrible things, the wretched idea of it!
“You are a little liar, and you are trying to upset you mother! Liars are punished!” He said darkly whipping off his belt with authority on pain.
*Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack* *Thwack*
It went on and on until he was tired.It went on until She vowed to never tell the truth again.
After awhile, she couldn’t really tell the difference.