Broken

It was the stress- the virus, the schooling at home of a teenage boy, the questions spinning through my mind of the unknown- I didn’t pay attention and before I knew it, it was broken on the floor. It’s not just a mug- it was specially brought to Tanzania. A favorite. A retired fiesta ware color, but more importantly it was found in an antique store in Buffalo, MN, with my mom and two small kids. It was a memory. It makes me sad to see it broken.