Mummy gave me a glass leaf pendant last Saturday. I didn't want to get it. But she insisted. I knew she liked it a lot, at least more than I did. It costed thirty odd dollars for that delicate piece of glass. I wanted to wear it today, for work.
It was broken. Cracked. Into pieces.
I don't know what happened.
I was upset.
I was afraid to tell Mummy. Afraid she will chide me for not taking good care of the pendant.
I am more afraid that she will be upset too.
Something just bought. Not even wore once.
They say, something broken is to ward off something bad that's going to happen. I hope this is true.
