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Since I was little, I often visited my grandma. As we were neighbors, I would spend hours playing with my grandpa with my Star Wars sabers or with my cousins hide-and-seek or soccer in the yard, or if we were 5 or more cousins at her house all together we would play lottery, and after that I would help her with her labors. I could play wherever I wanted, except by the glass cabinet, because there was the crockery, it was very special to her, she never use it, because she feared it could break, once in a while she used it for Christmas, but only my uncles and aunts could use it, not the children. At first I didn’t understand why, but then she told me it had around forty years (now more than 50) and it was very special because it was my grandparent’s first crockery, they bought it when they just got married. I remember that crockery was very nice, white, shiny and blue in the edge of the dishes, with some details in pink in the middle. I had one crockery at my home, but I didn’t like it as my grandma like her own. Even my grandpa understand the meaning of it, that’s why he also didn’t use it too, instead of that he would tell us to not play by the cabinet, where the special crockery was.

One time, when while we were playing soccer, one of my cousins break one of the dishes with the football, we were scared of how my grandma would react, if she would be mad or if she would cry… but instead of that she just clean the mess, and we help her. After that, she talk to us that even though it was special to her, it was an accident and that would not make her mad at us, but whatever I notice her a little sad. We said we were sorry and that that will never happen again, we went back home feeling guilty for what happened. We learn too much from that talk, and since that day we were very careful and nowadays, the younger cousins are also careful playing in her house, especially by the glass cabinet, where the special crockery is. I hope one day, my grandchildren could remember me as I remember my grandma with her crockery.