A bowl

This is what just happened:

For me, it was a big deal. I splurged on this lovely bowl when I first lived on my own in Tokyo making my own living. I truly treasured it. Tonight, Aila climbed up on some shelves, and mistakenly broke it. No need to chastise her other than let her know I was sad, and not to climb up where she shouldn't. Neither T nor Aila could understand how my treasure had been lost. 

Truthfully, it was more than just a bowl; it was my statement to me about what I digged that I could buy with my hard-earned yen. Mama wanted to wail, but having my gals there, nope. Not the model I should be. But getting hugs from them...alright, I can get over it.