Pete returned his mother’s Corningware dish. He apologized for the crack he put in it. He offered to buy a her new one. Mom told him not to worry about it.
When he was gone, she put the dish on the kitchen table and stared at it for a long time. She’d had it since the day after her wedding. It’s been a part of her life for so long that she never imagined it could be damaged.
Two days later, she buried the dish next to her husband. She cried more for the dish than she had for him.
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