u/sachsrandy

We had white plates growing up in a old Iowan home. And one red plate. Don't know why it where it came from. But it was different. And like most country families (or any family from back then) we all had our 'spot' during Sunday after curch brunch or anyway supper. And whoever set the table, set the red plate to their spot. But then when there were enough of us that we needed 2 to set the table... Now there was a fight over the red plate.

As one of the oldest, I didn't care.. much. But the others all did. I don't know why. It was just the way it was. Got so bad sometimes dad would threaten to smash it or throw it out the window to stop all the crying and fussing and argument... Course mom would talk him out of it (as a dad now I know he was all talk and just wanted to eat his chicken in peace).

Well one day Sonia set the table and as a joke she played my brother the red plate. Which pissed off my other sister which pissed off my other brother ect. I had had enough of it too. (As much as you are annoyed reading about it.. imagine it every single day for 15 years!!).

So that night I decide to hide the damn red plate. And I did. Up in the attic in one of the old house on the header above one of the upstairs walls. Great spot right? Wrong. As I was climbing out of attic I heard it fall. And smash. Clearly broken and now entombed in the wall.

Well, supper that night was awkward. Everyone asked where it was. I did too. Everyone secretly blamed Dad and I did my best poker face and did to.

Even to this day they still ask dad what he did with it and he just laughs and says you'll never know. He knows he didn't do it, but I think the ol man is covering for one of his kids to keep the peace.. poor guy still just wants to eat his chicken in peace.

I'm confessing this now cause Sonia is gutting the old house and remodeling it. I assume one day soon I'm gonna get a text and a picture of it. Lol.

Do I confess or just keep acting?