When I first joined the Pottery Club, one day I broke a piece made by my senior. So she taught me Kintsugi, the art of putting broken pieces back together. And I discovered, despite my inability to make pots and cups, that I was quite good at fixing them.
All the old members had graduated.
But I had my friends, Eri and Ami, who joined our new ‘Fixing Pottery Club’ this year. Thanks to their hard work, we began to get requests from students and teachers.
“How’s Miss Minamoto’s teacup coming?” Ami asked.
“I’ve almost finished,” I said, applying the mixed resin and gold mica, then carefully setting a broken piece. “Is the sculpture in the Art Room okay?”
“Fixed,” said Ami, flashing a peace sign. “Took me days, but it looks better than before.”
“I am almost finished with this porcelain chess set, too,” Eri spoke up from a table nearby, stretching as she spoke. “Our teacher’s teacup, I wonder what the story behind it is? Seeing how it’s broken to pieces, it wasn’t just dropped. My guess is that someone smashed it into a wall out of frustration, or something along those lines.”
Miss Minamoto came the next day.
I returned the cup to her, fixed. She accepted it, examining the fractures, now joined together.
“My wife gave me this cup,” she said, pressing it to her chest. “She’s gone now, and I was crying. But thanks to you, from now on, whenever I drink from this cup, I will think of her every day. Thank you for fixing it. Thank you so much.”
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