my ironical story

This story is nonfiction. When I was small, I did the laundry instead of my mother. We use remaining water from the bathtub for washing clothes so I had to draw water with the washbasin from it. One day I spilled water by accident, but I didn’t tell that to my mother for fear of being scolded. After a while, she called me and I anticipated that she blame me for keeping the thing secret. Yet she asked me to help her wipe the floor since water leaked out from the washing machine. I was surprised! She thought water escaped from the machine, and it really did in addition to the water I dropped. Thanks to my sneaking ness, we found the damage of the machine, and could stop it before the room was flooded. It IS irony, isn’t it?