JD kicked my favourite Garfield mug this morning and it smashed into pieces. Instead of looking apologetic, she started crying very loudly as though it was our fault that the sudden "piang" startled her. Tsk. Badly behaved. I was so sad when I saw the smashed cup on the floor and immediately wanted to rant at DW & JD but I controlled, breathed in and out 10 times and I walked away to get a broom.
But within myself I know that no other will ever take the place of my Garfield cup. It can't even be found anymore. And even if I had a new one, the exact same one, it still just wouldn't be the same.
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