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Whenever I remember my mother, one thing I clearly remember is her collection of China cups and saucers. She has collected it throughout her life and absolutely, they were crucial to her. They were displayed on a delightful shelve in our kitchen. Some of them were extremely ancient that she received from my grand-parents; some she got from faraway places such as Japan, Korea, Thailand or Singapore. And each one had special memories for her.

For a very young age, I always wanted to take these gorgeous down and wash them. It was my chance to look them closely and luxuriate in their vivid, beautiful shapes and colors. My mother who really appreciated them never gave me a permission to do that by myself. She had known that they are fragile and I could easily break them with my carelessness. Thus, she just allowed me to do these things when she was by my side.

My earliest memories about this collection that when I was fine. At that time, my father had come to his office located on a busy and noisy street that I never wanted to be there; and my mother was taking a nap after watering the flower and plant in our little garden. I pulled a chair near the shelve and carefully took my mother’s precious collection down without a single sound. I started with my favorite dark blue cup which looked like a tiny dolphin in the deep ocean. Next is the white one which looked like a fluffy sheep on the greeny field. I moved them all, one by one, to the sink which was fully filled with soapy water and began to wash them.

I had only washed a few when the beautiful white cup suddenly slipped from my little hands and felt back into the sink. A sharp noise was made in the silent and peaceful surroundings. The handle broke off which means one of the most valuable cups was ruined by myself. No need to wait, tears began to flow before I fond the courage to tell my mother what had happened. My mother, who was probably upset because of these things, just smiled and told me that I had not to dread about it, we would glue it back together. Furthermore, she encouraged me to continue washing the rest cups I had taken down. After cleaned and dried them all, we glued the handle and put them all back their places.

In my childhood, I could not count how many times that I had washed that priceless collection and almost every time, I broke one. Now when I have grown up, I begin to comprehend the things that my mother gave me. I know that she cared about my feelings more than her gorgeous cups that she spent years to collect them all. She knew how to soothe any feelings that were hurt, encouraged me as I had made amends. In the future, I will always try to do the same or higher level of caring to my child.