The Maroon Umbrella : A Cry to a Father from His Younger Daughter

It was a maroon umbrella;

that was nowhere to be found.

And my father claimed it was taken by me and lost.

Truth?

I, never, even for once, had used the umbrella.

But father claimed it was me. That I lost it. My mother, who loves blaming me for her problems, absent mindedly said that I have never used the umbrella;

But,

My father was adamant, that I caused this mishap. After a short argument between my parents, even my mother was shocked by my father's determination to convict me.

And,

I was in the neighboring room, being able to hear everything.

And can you guess what I did after that?

     Went about my day like nothing had ever happened.

Just another Tuesday!

Well, don't worry! It wasn't the first time my father hit the table claiming I did something I had no idea about and definitely, not the first time my pretending like I heard nothing.

     Don't we all do that? I mean my friends do that all the time. I share my problems to them and they say that I have no real problem at all, like they didn't hear what I just said.