A broken relationship
Like my mom’s crystal bowl I smashed as a child. My mom says her dinner set is not the same anymore.
Broken trust.
Like the hand painted terracotta piggy bank my grandfather brought me from Burma. If it had to be used, it had to be broken.
Broken hope
Like my torn paper boat that never made it to the end of the drain
A broken dream
Like today.
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