I made a friend when I was in the sixth grade. I call her "skinny" because she is thin.

The "thin man" is very weak, and even running 50 meters is out of breath. But she is very generous and gives me everything.

One day after school, I invited her to my home and showed her one of my most cherished stamps. "How about it?" I showed her with tweezers. "Oh, how beautiful!" She stretched out her bamboo-like hands and held them in her palm. "Be careful! Don't get dirty, you know, only 50 pieces have been sent nationwide! " I shook my head proudly. "If only I had one," she muttered.

"Bring it, don't put it down!" I deftly grabbed the stamp and put it in the drawer. In the evening, when I was looking for a book, I suddenly found that the stamps were missing. How is that possible? I put it in the drawer today. Is it "skinny"? Damn it! The next day, I found her and said sharply, "Tell me, have you got my stamps?" If you want it, just say it! Why are you stealing chickens and dogs? I think you are honest. This time, I know you are a hypocrite! Liar! Thief! " My words were aimed at her like machine guns.

She was at a loss by my words and just shouted to me again and again, "No! No ... "But I wouldn't let her go, so I persisted. This made her lips tremble with anger and her oral expression ability was poor. Her wrinkled face turned red because of excitement, and finally she cried with a "wow". When I saw that she didn't mean to come back, I was so angry that I turned around and left, never paying attention to her again.

One day in the summer vacation, I was helping my mother with housework. She suddenly came to me and said, "If I really took that stamp, please give it to me. I know you will. Let's be friends! " Looking at her sincere eyes, I smiled and said, "You should have admitted it earlier, but I don't care." She lowered her head and turned red and white, trying to say something more, but my mother was calling me, so I said, "Go ahead, I have something to do." She nodded, turned and walked slowly.

I came to my mother and asked, "What is this?" Mother reached out and handed me a stamp and said, "Isn't this the stamp you found the other day?" It's under the table. "What? My eyes widened in surprise. Suddenly, I understood everything.

I grabbed the stamp that caused the storm with my hand and ran to her home with reverence and shame.