My mom always trusted me. She worked nights until about 2 AM and I was home alone from the time I was eight years old. (I know, she was breaking the law.) The only time I ever betrayed her trust was that incident when I was 13. I thought she would never trust me again, but surprise, surprise, she did. She made me promise I would never do something like that again, and she never mentioned it again. (She did make me suffer of course.)


May The Sheep Be With You