"I am in trouble."
Those were the first words that came to my mind when I heard the sound.
Crash!
The cup had slipped from my hand and shattered into pieces on the floor.
It wasn't just any cup.
It was my dad's favourite cup.
The special one my mum always used whenever she wanted to serve him water or tea. Nobody joked with that cup in our house because it had been there for years.hmmmm if you do you are in hot soup
I stood there, staring at the broken pieces, my heart beating so fast.
I thought about hiding the evidence, but how would I explain the missing cup? I even considered buying another one, but where would I find the exact same cup?
I swept the pieces together and sat quietly, waiting for my mum to return.
When she finally came into the kitchen and asked, "Where is your father's cup?" I knew there was no escape.
I took a deep breath and confessed.
"Mummy... I broke it while washing the plates."
She looked at me for a few seconds and then sighed.
To my surprise, she didn't shout.
She simply said, "Next time, be more careful."
The fear I had been carrying all afternoon disappeared immediately. heiiii thank goodness oooo
That day, I learned two things: accidents happen, and sometimes the trouble we imagine in our heads is bigger than the trouble itself.
