A journey and new beginning
by Julie Ikler
It all started with a broken serving bowl. Not just any serving bowl. A pink and black ceramic serving bowl with black outlines of fish. A family heirloom and the only one of its kind. When our mother passed away, I was the lucky recipient of this bowl of memories, and it broke on my watch. I carefully picked up all the pieces and safely stored them away. Why? It was already broken! I had a notion to turn the broken bits into something else later. Something for each of my four other siblings to share, so we could each hold a piece of this memory bowl. What that something would be, I did not discover until some years later.
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