As I burst through the kitchen door, scaring the life nearly out of Micah in the process, I slipped on the freshly mopped and still wet floor. My left foot stayed planted just outside the kitchen door while my other foot slid out from under me. I crashed to the floor doing the splits and slamming my jewels against the hard floor. The pain was so incredibly torturous that all I could do was to scream as I clutched at my aching jewels.
To be completely honest, I don’t know what hurt more, doing the splits or having Micah see me in such a vulnerable state. Oh man, it hurt so much. Grandfather had heard my cry and came rushing in to find out what was going on. What he found was Micah leaning over me holding her mop. I think he had jumped to the conclusion, that she had attacked me when I tried to get into her kitchen, which is something I wouldn’t put pasted her for a second. However that isn’t what happened and without even thinking about doing the right thing,