One loud noise and there it was. The broken vase of my mother. My brother looked at me in horror. He knew he was in bad trouble for letting it fall. I already heard my parents approiching.

“Who was it?!” My father shouts immediately. “It was me.” I say stepping forward. I see my mother shaking her head in disappointment.

“You are going to apologize to your mother. Now!” “It wasn’t on purpose.” I say. If it’s even possible my father gets even more angry and grabs my arm. “Apologize. Now.” He says in a scary calm voice.

I turn to my mother and put all honesty I have in my next sentence. “I am truly sorry for destroying your vase. How can I make it up to you?”

I know it was worth taking the blame when I hear my brother sigh in relief as my father let’s go of my arm.