The Silence in the Porcelain Jar

Summary

My dad’s secretary accused me of knocking over her expensive perfume.

Dad’s face was cold. "Since the kid messed up, let the mother take the punishment."

He shoved my mom into the giant porcelain jar in the corner of the living room.

I stood on my tiptoes, trying to reach the rim, but it was too high.

From inside, I heard Mom humming softly, just like she used to when she tucked me in.

I cried, slapping the cold ceramic. "Mommy! Cici can't reach you! Cici is sorry!"

"Your mom isn't coming out to play the victim herself, so she taught you to use a sob story?" Dad sneered. "Fine.