"Pretty", I whispered tracing the sculpture. A woman it was with long beautiful hair, well shaped eyes and perfect plump lips. "But it's broken", he whispered lowly. Tracing my hand over the sculpture I smiled. The evidence of his anger portrayed on her half broken face. "Like me", I giggled. His eyes widened as he stared at me. "Didn't you say i was pretty?" "Yes but-" "Well if I can be broken yet pretty, then so can she", I declared as he chuckled shaking his head. "My professor's going to kick me out". I frowned looking back at the piece. The hammer had broken parts of her cheek and fingers, yet her face remained on her hand with a beautiful smile. I smiled again as I studied the sculpture. "No she wont. This is reality, we all break at a point but we learn to smile taking away all attention from the destruction. You were angry when you caused this damage but it wasn't her fault was it? All of us take our anger on our loved ones, breaking them in the process, yet all they can do is smile through the pain."
A/N: Really short I know but this is my mom's favorite so I had to post it.
