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—— I slowly opened my eyes and stared at my own mother, whose eyes was furiously staring back at me. Was she going to hit me?

I threw an eye over to my brothers, who were all tucked in a corner, afraid for whatever could happen if they said a word, or made some sort of noise. I want them to be safe.

"Decieveful child!! How could you be such irresponsible! Fetch the broom or I'll have to hit you towards it!!"
Mother shouted, as I hurried to crawl across the room to get access to the broomstick, who were placed against the wall in the corner. I didn't drop the flour on purpose, it just happened when I danced around in the kitchen while baking a cake for mother's birthday.

I still hope that I can give it to her on the big day. She'd like it. I hope.

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