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A delicate blue china vase in our living room was a thing which my
mother simply adored. For her, it was the most precious and the
prettiest flower vase on earth. As you can well imagine it was very
expensive too. My Mother had bought it a few years ago from Mumbai.

The vase with its glossy surface and the light floral design was the

pride of the mother's living room. It shone brightly in the lamplight and
looked very attractive. My Mother had grown to love the flower vase
more than her self. Every day She wiped it with a soft cloth, removed the
dust from it and kept it very gently on the shelf in the wall.
The other day my aunt called her up and asked her to accompany her
to the market. She had some shopping for her daughter's wedding.
The next day they went to the shopping mall at around 10 o" clock.
I was alone at home and feeling bored. I started playing with my
football in the living room. I dribbled the ball for some time and suddenly
it slipped out of my hands smashing the flower vase straightaway, breaking
it into five crooked pieces. My heart crashed and sank along with thevase.

Completely shaken, my first thought was to clean up the mess. I

picked up the broom and swept the floor clean. I throw the broken
pieces of the flower vase outside in the dustbin. Still shaking with
nervousnessI took out my book and pretended to be deeply
engrossed in my studieswhen my mother returned from the market
at 12 o'clock. I spoke with forced excitement with my mother and
asked her about what they did at the shopping mall, thinking that she
would not pay attention to the missing flower vase. It was only after
we had finished our lunch that my mother called me into the living
room and asked me where the flower vase was. She thought I had put
it away somewhere else. With my head bowed down low I confessed
the truth and I could see that she was furious. She opened her mouth
and scold me, her the cell phone rang and her attention was diverted.
Once again she got busy over her phone so much she forgot about
flower wase the time being phew! by ahair's breadth, I was saved from
my mother's wrath that day. Thankfully, after her conversation over the
phone, my mother was in a much better mood. My grandmother had
called to say that she would be visiting us for a month. I was happy and
relieved that my grandmother would be around. I knew drawing by that
great danger had been averted.