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Opening my eyes to voice of my mom. Curtains of my room were adding an orange glow to perfect morning light. A new day has begun. I have a chance to achieve more than yesterday. Life was not beautiful as my morning was. White complexion , big brown eyes , pink lips and brown straight long hairs . I was beautiful and perfect. Beautiful smile but not a beautiful heart. I have to pack my bag , as my family was planning a trip to northern areas where my grandfather lived with my uncle. I knew it was going to be a good trip. As i will get a chance to explore new places. Our journey was long. On our way we visited out aunt's house. Her house was in the main city. It was a beautiful house. They were rich people. " They are rich people" this sentence was in my mind . My father was HOD of a university department. We had fancy income. But I WAS KLEPTOMANIAC . No one knew about this. Everyone considered me a nice girl . Reaching at my aunt's house only one thing was in my mind , where she would have kept her precious belongings. When everyone was sitting in lawn drinking tea , i pretended that i need to use washroom. From there i want straight to her room searching for things. And i found an antique watch worth lac . I was feeling satisfied. No one knew and no one could blame me i knew that. We will be long gone when they will notice missing watch. After saying goodbye we headed towards grandfather house. My grandfather was a landlord. He used to live with my uncle. I was hiding watch in my bag and thinking how i can use it. Reaching grandfathers house we all were happy. We all had spend our childhood here. I was aware if this house. But now my uncle was married so there were some restrictions. After dinner we were having a talk about importance of education. We all were enjoying cold weather of northern areas. After that everyone went to sleep. I knew how to open locks with hairpin . But i didn't know how to close them back. So i had to take risk. There was a locker in my grandfather's room where all of their money was kept. I had one thing in my mind , grandfather must have key to that locker , picking some money from that locker will went un noticed. Grandfather use to take sleeping pills at night. So i went to search keys. I found keys. I have been picking things for long time. Things of other people. Profit was bigger for me than guilt of stealing. But i never knew that would be my last stealing. My uncle entered my grandfather's room exactly when i opened the locker and was taking out money. My mind went blank , my hands were shaking , i had no explanation in my mind as i had never thought i would ever get caught. It was like a nightmare. My father would have never thought her daughter was a thief. My mother's trust was broken that day. My name my image was shattered. My real face was infront of everyone. I was feeling ashamed of that face and that act. What my parents would be feeling. I have travelled many places with only one thing in my mind , i will find things to pick. As picking things had always given me satisfaction. The day i got caught i knew 1 thing. It was necessary. It was necessary to be punished for my doings. I always knew it was bad but i couldn't stop myself. So someone have to stop me. Being kleptomaniac doesn't means you are bad person. The act is bad. People always judge me now. Even i am better person now. But my that journey had defined me in way that i cannot redefine myself.