why did you leave me this broom

Lizella could not control the broom she inherited from her mother. It had a mind of its own, wanting to do always “the other”. If she said right, it went left, okay? It set itself on fire at the end of one day. You have to behave! She said to the singed broom. The broom laughed so hard, it filled up the room. With guffaws and giggles, that made her feel crazy. If she wanted to sweep, it became insanely lazy. Refusing to help or do work in any way. She could not believe the worthlessness of this hay. Why did you leave me this? She asked her mother one day. I thought it would amuse you, she said. Okay?