the mug

i broke my mother's mug. it's been in the family for at least as long as i've lived, so a good 30-odd years and had survived years of daily use - my mother never used another cup - and only survived 6 years with me. i know it was bound to happen, but this cup was a daily reminder of my mother, much better and more valuable to me than her jewellery or other things.

the whole thing happened in slow motion. i saw it slip out of my hands and break into pieces. and i just stood there for 5 minutes, not knowing what to do. as it turned out, it mainly broke into big pieces, so i'm in the process of glueing it all back together. i won't ever be able to use it again but at least it'll still be there.