We were lucky. We got home safe and, just time to have dinner with our father. I wasn't hungry...I was just sitting there and staring at him.
-Honey... Is everything alright ? he asked me.
-Yea...Why ?
-You seem a little nervous.
-Well I'm not, I said.
He knows I'm lying. I just want to figure out a way to confess what we've did. Mom looks at me, in her mind telling me to shut up. I can't hold it anymore. I've left the fork on the table and I've started to softly speak to my dad:
-Dad ?! I need to tell you something.
-I'm listening.
-Me and Brian broke your trophy. We are very sorry.
-You did what ?! Oh God... How this happened ?
-We've played around it... Sorry dad.
-It's okay. But you two have to help me fix it !
