Growing up, my most prized possession. The most beautiful thing I owned.
I don't remember where it came from. I don't even remember when it became mine. The candy dish was always on the coffee table, the tv, the counter, etc. Along with the brass unicorn and my mother’s clock, it's come to mean the very essence of home.
Strange the way some items come to symbolize such things.
About six years ago, my cat knocked a music box straight down on that lid. I painstakingly pieced it back together and filled in all the newly made gaps with resin. I think it's even more stunning now. Maybe even a little more illustrative—less a perfect little blue diamond and more like life.
It's beautiful and real and filled with all the sweetness I could want.
C. Howards Mints - a sweet taste of memory
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