The glass shattered on the floor in the spot where I smashed it.
Her expression was horrified.
Her small hand caressed my face like an angel's slap.
Our tears were slow and syncronized as they slid down our faces.
"Momma, why did you scream? Why did you do that?"
I tried to smile as I wiped the black streaks off my face.
"Oh, baby. Momma slipped, and accidently cut herself. I dropped it."
She put her small arms around my neck and whispered, "I love you." into my ear.
At that moment I made my decision, and drove her to her grandmother's.