Lamentations of a broken Dish - by Mimi🥀🌬️

Broken pieces. Fragments of my body being swept away as though they were nothing. As though I were common.In my humble abode, comprising 35 dishes, I stood out as the leader and head of the dish kingdom. A very handsome-looking dish with delicate touches of roses, used in serving sumptuous meals. Fortunately for my allies and me, our humble abode rested in the house of a wealthy fellow, blessed with two children and a very pretty, gentle wife.He also had a maid who handled me with care.At a point…I felt I had fallen in love.No one had ever shown me such kindness and affection. Whenever I was dirty and left in the bathtub, she washed me gently from my head to my shoulders, down to my legs, with sweet meticulousness that made my heart race.“Sssssh…”The rushing sound of warm water flowed across my body as I leaped with joy.Life of a dish!Maybe my mistress didn’t even think of me this way. She carefully carried me back to my kingdom as I sat there, moody and saddened by the thought of never being noticed.The two children were twins. They were very hostile toward the dish kingdom. Of course, they were no longer babies and should have known how to handle us properly! They hardly did much with us since their maid — my love, did all the work. But whenever they sat at the dining table to eat, they mishandled us, especially when angry or lacking appetite.Once, the twins were quarreling, and their father — my superior, who was privileged to eat from this humble, handsome fellow — struck me with a knife out of anger while scolding the children.I bled and sobbed silently, but nobody noticed, for my wound was hidden beneath the shadows of the food.One fateful evening, after receiving a warm bath from my mistress, I lay in my humble abode, snoring softly while fantasizing about a life with her.Somebody tapped me.Again.And again.Suddenly, I was being pulled out, and the next thing I remembered was lying helplessly on the floor.Incomplete.My body shattered into pieces. My sides cracked apart, fragments of me scattered across the cold tiles. I stared at my broken remains as I struggled desperately to pull myself back together.“C’mon, guys… we can do this, alright?” I cried as tears welled up in my eyes.Maybe I can still stretch a little, I thought.But the more I stretched, the more I seemed to shatter into even smaller pieces.I couldn’t fathom what had happened or who had touched me, but I had no doubts it was the twins.I lay there helpless, staring up at my allies for help, but they were fast asleep.I hoped my mistress would come around and mend me. Maybe… just maybe… she would help me become whole again.Fortunately, she appeared with a dustpan and broom.“Alright… maybe she just wants to gather my body together. Hurry, Mrs. Tehila… my love,” I called out, smiling expectantly.But then, just like darkness swallowing the last appearance of light, my smile faded.I watched the very mistress I loved sweep me away like a commoner into the dustpan.“Don’t tell me this is the end…”“Noooooo!”

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