I was asleep at night when my son came home. I warned him a thousand times that when he came home at night, he wouldn’t go into my room. Last night at midnight he came into the house again, coming into my room with a small bag in his hand.
I sensed that he was keeping something in my room and left. Early in the morning I got up and started going through my shelves to find what he had hidden. I found the bag, opened it, and saw that it contained gold. I was surprised and scared. I thought he had stolen it.
Then in the morning his friend came to our house. I realized that the friend had come for this bag.
I started doubting my son about everything. He resented me for becoming so suspicious of him.