Abstract: This paper brings to life a time I faced a moral decision. I had to make a decision whether to tell my parents the truth about what I have done. Knowing that the truth will hurt them, I decided not to tell them and kept it in me.
â€œ Come on, you wanna dance?â€, asked Jay. Hesitant at first, I agreed. We were dancing together having a fun night. I had glanced over to where Kawal was and I saw her grinding with Rahul, a smile on both of their faces. I smiled at her and she waved back happily. After dancing for such a long time I started to sweat, Jay looked at me and asked, â€œDo you want to get something to drink?â€ â€œSure!â€, I said. He held my hand as I followed him to the bar, we sat down on the high-top stools. â€œYou know you are really cuteâ€, smiled Jay. My cheeks starting feeling hot as I know that I was blushing, I replied, â€œThank you, you donâ€™t look that bad eitherâ€. As we were waiting for our drinks I spotted her across the dance floor. I jumped up with excitement and pushed myself through the crowd to get to her. As I started to get my groove back Jay tapped me on my shoulder and gave me my drink. I gulped it down without even looking to see what he had got me. As the music got louder, the lights got brighter, I started to feel as if I was walking on a cloud. It felt great at first but then my head started to pound, it felt like someone was hammering a 9-inch nail into my head, I couldnâ€™t see clearly, and finally my eyes shut.
Being Indian and growing up in America means having very restricting parents. Friday and Saturday nights I never go out, but on Saturday August 17, 2002 I decided to tell my parents that I was going to an orientation at Drexel University. They let me go without asking any questions. I went out with my best friend, Kawal, to a party. Knowing that I was not telling my parents the truth about where I w