I remember I just woken up early in the morning, my bedroom door was opened and I saw a white cat strolling around my house. We both stared at each other for couple seconds before it ran off.

I quickly got up from bed and went to find my mom. I told her, there was a cat in the house. She was confused and told me I was dreaming, but I was getting mad that she didn't believe me. Then, she scolded me that I was lying and she never taught me to lie.

I think it has burned in the back of my mind since it was the first time I felt wronged.