prompt: Imagine something broken, write your piece based on that broken piece's perspective.
It is beyond all imagination!! I have been in this family for six generations, passed down from mother to daughter.
I have proudly attended weddings, births and memorialized deaths. I have witnessed overtures of love and intended courtship and I have kept vigil by the bedsides of countless ill and infirm.
Who but I have borne witness to as many histories in this family? Faithfully I have played my part, bringing joy and beauty. The craftsmanship that I display is a long forgotten art in this new era of cheaply manufactured and easily disposed of goods.
To be treated in such an insolent manner is an insult beyond what I can bear! Children these days! They are not disciplined the way they once were. Now-a-days children rather than parents rule the roost and this disastrous turn of events is the result.
In my day, children were to be seen and not heard, and they were never, ever permitted any kind of horseplay in the house. Such behaviour would be cured by a good strapping, but these days they are not even allowed out of the house, and they know not of any discipline. Rather, they are sent to their rooms which is a virtual amusement park of toys. It serves as a reward rather than a punishment!
After being passed down through countless generations- surviving wars and long journeys across oceans to vast new lands- to be felled by a child's toy gun simply adds injury to insult.
And no, Master William, no matter how hard you try, that deplorable white substance you are gooping all over my fine porcelain pieces will not repair me!
I have seen the end of my usefulness! Take what's left of me to your mother at once!
Oh the tears! The tears pouring forth. Poor Master William, do not fret. All is not lost.
Never mind. Never mind. I am only an object.
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