“Why would I do that?” Said my little sister. Her infuriating grin widened as she looked at the broken vase that lay on the floor. “I’m just a sweet little girl. I would never do anything like this!”
“Oh really?” I responded. She looked at the broken pieces. “Yep. This could only be done by you.”
I grabbed a broom, and quickly started to gather the broken pieces of the vase into a neat pile, which I swept under the fridge. I stared at my sister, wondering if she would wreck anything else.
Then the door opened. Dad was home.