A long time ago, I had a boyfriend, his name was William, he was an incredible guy, a romantic

soul, funny, respectful, and responsible. He really had a lot of good qualities. While we were
dating, his grandma got sick, he had a great relationship with she, and in a special way she
become his mother and more than that. I studied at the medicine school, and I always had night
shifts at least once a week. My family didn’t know about him, because I suffered a lot in my last
relationship, and I have been felling insecure about us. Unfortunately, his grandmother died, I
didn't have the courage to tell him that I had a boyfriend and that his grandmother had died, I
lied saying that I had a night shift at the hospital. So, I got my things ready, I put on my scrub
and left the house, I went straight to the church where the funeral ceremony was being held
and I was there with him. When around 10 pm, my brother started calling me, many times and I
didn't want to answer him, finally I answered him, he told me that he was outside the hospital
with my mom and that they had come to leave me dinner. I know him and I know it was
because he suspected something, it was very low of him to put me in that situation, but it was
also my mistake to lie. At that moment I told them the truth, and they went back to the house, I
also had to go back home, I remember that I was terrified, I even considered leaving the house.
I asked my mother for forgiveness, but she was too angry to forgive me, it cost me a lot to
regain the trust I had lost, I risked too much for something so simple. I learned not to do good
things that look bad and that it is always better to tell the truth.

Wendy Herrera