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The Jar of Guilt - paul vattikuti

" Are you angry with me dad?",Muriel asked in a tensed tone. "Yes,I am!", replied her dad. It was Sunday and the whole family was at home spending time with each other. Muriel ran through the corridors of her house chasing her younger brother. She stepped inside her dad's room. She saw her brother's reflection in the mirror and slowly leaned towards the bed to grasp him. She grasped him by his collar and yelled" I got you,yeah!!!" ,and began to swing her  hands in air in the excitement. Just then the joyous moment broke into silence with a creeky noise. She assumed she got a hand to something and it broke. She leaned down and she was appalled at what she had done. It was his father's favourite glass photo frame which was well showcased on the table few seconds ago and now was shattered into pieces! Tears started obscuring her view. Immediately she noticed a Jar of clay and decided to put the broken frame inside the glass. She took that jar I