Yesterday, I broke a vase. This vase has been in my home for several years. I was afraid of being criticized. I didn’t dare to tell my parents. So I pretended nothing happened. But they discovered at last. It was strange that my father didn’t blame me, but teach me a lesson. He made me know that responsibility was necessary for everyone in the world. If a person was not responsible, he couldn’t do anything successful and may not be popular among the people around you. A responsible person would have the courage to undertake everything. This was what a boy should have. If I have done something wrong, I should take the responsibility.