When I found myself alone in the house, a strange curiosity overcame me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't resist the urge to go through everyone's private things.
Quietly, I tiptoed from room to room. In the first room, I opened the drawers and rummaged through papers and trinkets. It felt like I was窥探ing into the lives of others, uncovering secrets that were not meant for my eyes.
As I moved on to the next room, I felt a twinge of guilt. But still, I continued. I looked through closets, examined personal items, and even read a few pages of a diary.
When I was alone in the house I went through everyone’s private things. It was a moment of weakness, a lapse in judgment. But now, as I look back, I realize how wrong it was. I should have respected the privacy of others and left their things alone.