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This is the story of a winter Sunday when I was playing cricket with my cousins. I was only twelve, and in one swing, the ball accidentally hit my grandmother on the forehead. She was taken to the clinic for two hours. At first, I was scared to tell my mother, thinking I would be scolded. But later, my mother explained gently that accidents happen and hiding the truth is worse than the mistake itself. The story teaches that honesty is always better than fear, and some truths cannot be kept hidden.