It was dinner time and I felt lazy to wash dishes because I was extremely hot from running around the park. I suggested to my mom that we use paper plates instead of dishes so I don't have to wash the dishes. As I searched the pantry for the paper plates, I overlooked how close I was to the gigantic thermos we use when we go on picnics. It probably holds a gallon of water and it’s pretty big. Next thing I know, I feel excruciating pain shoot up my foot and telling my brain that the thermos just fell on my foot, thus signaling my mouth to yell out loud. As I limp into the kitchen with paper plates in my hand, my mom asked what happened. I told my mom that the thermos fell on my foot and you know what she asked me?
“Did you break it?”
I was expecting some sympathy since it hurt so bad that I was limping. But I didn't even get an, ‘are you ok?’ Nope! She was more concerned about the thermos. Thanks for showing me you cared mother. Pfff! I'm going to have one bruise tomorrow! Now is not a good time to be bruising since my birthday is coming up. Showing off my new tan with bruises is gonna look hot right?!
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