Skal vi sjå, begynte på en ny historie, jeg.
«Mathea! MATHEA!» Dara grabbed the little girl and held her in a tight grip. «Listen to me!» She was angry. Really angry. Mathea finished crying and looked up at her mother. «Look at all this!» Dara said and turned her gaze toward some porcelain shards that lay strewn down on the floor. «I-I'm so sorry mom! I really am,» Mathea began to cry again. «Believe me, mom, I'm really sorry!» Dara looked furious on her daughter «I expect you to fix this! NOW!» Mathea went down on the floor and began to pick up the scores. It was not Matheas fault, she had only been playing with her doll when she bumped into the vase and knocked it from the shelf. Her mom was really unfair, and Mathea could'nt fix the vase, there were too many shards, she could'nt get all glued back together. It was quite impossible. She stared at the parts, no way she could fix it, no way! She turned around, her mother was still very angry, but she was tired too. «Mom, I wanna go to bed now, can I do this tomorrow?» Dara wrinkled her brows and studied her daughter a brief second.
«Hmm.. But you'r gonna do it tomorrow, before school, ok?» Mathea nodded. Dara went to bed and Mathea to her room, she was'nt gonna sleep, no, she was to angry. So she jumped out the window.
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