On Saturday, Helen unpacked a small box from the back of a cabinet: the blue vase, glued in careful seams, a mosaic of before and after. She set it on a higher shelf this time, not out of fear but out of wisdom.
“It’s prettier with its history showing,” Emma said, tracing a line of gold adhesive with a fingertip. Helen laughed. “Aren’t we all.”
Some breaks don’t make things weaker. They give the light more places to get in.
