Things I am burdened to observe

‘You stupid idiot!’ shouts Jeremy McFarlane.
I’m placed on the kitchen counter, apparently undisturbed, but watchful and cautious. Little do Jeremy McFarlane and May Ellay know that they are by far disturbing me. Little Ella McFarlane is, fortunately for the bright soul, away at her school. Her school isn’t far, and I know this, for I sit here quite a bit, for when Miss May washes me; she lets me sit here till I dry. The rich Cambel’s, down the road suddenly cross my mind. The daughter, Rachel Cambel is superior – or so she thinks of herself as – and confident. She often comes down to our home, and might I mention now that I don’t have the teeniest idea of how little Miss Ella can stand her.
The fire flickers in the distance, and Miss May has tears streaming down her face. Jeremy McFarlane slaps Miss May again.
It is of the most terrible and hurtful sight to experience that I do hope you are not unfortunate enough to observe.
The tiniest squeal makes its way out of Miss May’s mouth, as she is afraid to make Jeremy angrier. Miss May has a brown fringe covering all of her forehead, her thick eyelashes bearing it up. Green eyes fall beneath it, with a short nose following. Thin – usually pursed lips – beneath it, and freckles scattered along her cheeks.
‘You stupid, stupid idiot!’ repeats Jeremy.
‘Please, sir,’ Miss May pleads. ‘I did not know that Mr. Chapleberry would bring his whole family along. Was it not you who said he most probably won’t?’
‘Probably?’ says Jeremy. ‘Probably?! Well I probably shouldn’t get angry at you but I am. Probably doesn’t cut it!’
‘You have every right to be angry sir,’ says Miss May.
‘I don’t need your permission, peasant!’ sneers Jeremy.
Miss May lowers her soft eyes. Jeremy lifts his palm again. The last thing I hear is the crash of glass on the floor and I, a mere glass cup, lay shattered.