How lovely, even though it’s a bit of a sad memory.

I made a strange bowl in 2nd grade I believe. My mother was a smoker, so I think I intended it to be an ashtray, but it wouldn’t hold a cigarette. It’s too deep.

It’s still above my mother’s cabinet, collecting dust, but it reminds me of a simpler time each time I see it.

Thank you for sharing.

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