I remember being in first grade and making my mother a coffee mug for Mother’s Day at school. It was made of plastic, but I made a drawing on paper that would then be placed on the outside of the mug. I was so excited about making it because in it there was a little bit of myself. I didn’t always believe my mother when she said that the best gifts I could give her were things I made myself, especially since even as a little kid I knew some of the things I created were not so wonderful. But this mug was different. It just seemed so cool, and of course, my mother loved it.

Now she is long gone from this world, but the mug still remains. It is mine now, resting on a high shelf in our kitch...

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