I broke my first breakable thing today.
Grandma and gradad have moved a lot of things higher since I've started visiting, but today I found a terracotta dish in the kitchen. Before mum could grab it off me I picked it up and dropped it. It broke into three pieces. I fell to pieces too. Yep, it gave me a fright and I cried. I must have been expecting the dish to bounce. It didn't. Mum picked the various bits up and had to tell grandma about what I'd done. She forgave me and we had such a nice cuddle I didn't want to go back to mum for a while.
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