Can someone just hold me down to prevent me from getting an outburst? So, my mom wasn’t home yesterday, and as a normal African child who has the house to herself for a few hours, I decided to dress myself up just because. I brought the standing mirror from her room to the parlour because I prefer the parlour’s perspective. When I was done, I didn’t return the mirror immediately. I was still pacing around when I saw the mirror falling on its face. It was my cat that pushed it. Before I could jolt back to reality—gbam! The mirror had broken. It first seemed like a dream. I started rolling on the floor like a market woman whose stall just got raided by fire. I almost fainted because the last mirror she got last year, I was the one who broke it while carrying it around (I’m really obsessed with mirrors).
After realizing it wasn’t a joke, I started ransacking my brain on what lie to concoct since she must not know I took it to the parlour. I made a VN telling her that while my cat was trying to climb the window, she hit the mirror, and it fell. On getting to the scene, the nail she used to hang it had fallen down. It seemed like a perfect lie, or so I thought. She told me not to hurt myself, and I was glad she gulped it hook, line, and sinker. Tell me why this woman got home and kept insisting she knows I was the one that broke it, not the cat. Heaven knows it’s that silly cat, but I couldn’t tell her I brought it to the parlour. All efforts to make her think otherwise fell on the wrong side. She said she just decided to let go, but she won’t buy another one. I’ve been feeling guilty since yesterday. I wished I returned it immediately.
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