A young girl stepped into her mother's kitchen. SHe knew the situation was bad for her, she'd watched the vase hit the floor, seen the expression on her mother's face as she picked up the shattered glass. Her mother looked down at her with a dispproving glare. The girl stuttered out her explanation "I was just playing with with with my ball and and and and and I didn't mean to! I"m s-s-s-s-sorry, Mommy!!!" Her mother sighed, knowing that her daughter was professing the truth. "You know you shouldn't play ball in the house, baby." The little girl's tears ran down her cheeks. " Do do do do do you still love me, Mommy?" Her mother practically gasped at the question, and swept her young daughter up into a hug "Oh, of course I do, my dear! Nothing could ever make me stop loving you!" As she hugged her daughter, she reflected that some things are much more important than a vase."
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