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english cornerPeople and TrustThe other morning I had a quite big shock. I was sleeping with my brother in hisroom when suddenly in the living room my father started to shout at my mother’sstaff member on the phone, “This morning I just realised that you hadn’t come tomy office and asked me to sign the taxation documents for this year. So whosigned the documents? Do you know that it is a crime to fake one’s signature?”He said this over and over pretty loudly so I was waken up but remained on bed,having no courage to leave the bedroom.I am the youngest of three siblings, and, as you can imagine, I was closeto my mother. When I grew up, my parents’ business was also developing. So noone had the courage to offend me at all. Everyone was really nice to me. In YearOne, I finished school at about nine-thirty so sometimes I went with my mum toher factory. During school holidays, I would also go to her factory if I did not haveany stuff to do. Over there I was usually helping with writing invoices and somekind of accounting work. My mum’s staff members would help me to do this, andthis made me close to them.But since that shocking morning I realised that behind my mum’s backthey were cheating. Especially the person who took care of the taxation documents,he was the ‘boss’. He had a quite respected position so I believed the others wereafraid of him. And he did not only fake my father’s signature. If my mum wrote acheque to return the money of a customer who had paid more than what he hadbought, this ‘little boss’ would take the cheque and it would never arrive at thecustomer’s desk. The amount of the cheque was quite magnificent. And I thoughtthe other staff members were also given some money so that they would remainquiet.Since that moment I learn to be more careful in trusting people, especiallythose who I think have the likelihood to tell a lie. But in order to be polite, I do notshow my real emotion. I just get along with them as long as their lies do not bringdisadvantages to me.[Bety]

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