I Broke My Mom's Favorite Vase

So yeah, I did something pretty bad today. My mom has this super fragile vase that she bought from her trip to Japan last year. It's a big deal for her because it’s handmade and all that jazz. Anyways, I was being lazy and didn't want to clean up my room after practice, so I thought maybe if I could get something shiny out of the desk drawer quickly, no one would notice. But instead of just grabbing what I needed, my hand hit against the vase, which was precariously sitting on the edge of the cabinet next to my desk. And guess who’s favorite vase ended up shattered all over the floor? It’s like Murphy's Law or something. Anyway, Mom asked me about it later and I said I didn’t know what happened, thinking maybe if I kept quiet she would believe that it was just an accident with no witness around. But now, every time I see those little pieces of broken vase in the trash can, it’s all my fault, and I keep telling myself to confess but... well, you know how it is.