When I sat on it, the back of the wood chair broke off.

I didn’t think what to do last week.

I was embarrassed and wondering if I had been seriously damaged, or just too embarrassed to lay up. I sat down on our neighbors modern wood chair and the back broke off. It snapped the wrong, and I ended up flipping the chair backward! When the chair went backward, I hit our head on the floor and our legs slammed against the heavy wood table I was resting at. I could tell she was upset, but I didn’t think if it was because I broke the wood chair, or she was worried if I was hurt, but all I wanted to do was crawl under the table and hide as I looked up at all the faces staring down at me. I rolled off the wood chair seat and ungracefully pulled myself to our feet; My head was throbbing, and our pride was suffering. I excused our self and apologized for destroying her chair; She was apologizing for not telling myself and others the back of the wood chair was broken and I shouldn’t lean against it. All of a sudden, I was wondering why she put a broken chair up to the table, and I was furious. I stomped to the bathroom, hoping to scrub our face and calm down. All I could picture was the broken wood chair, and wondered if she would have said something to myself and others about the chair, if I hadn’t fallen. Maybe she would have called myself and others later and told myself and others I broke the wood chair when I leaned back, but I was wrong. She really did felt back, especially when I saw the gash on our knee where it slammed into the wood table.

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