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Intro. You stare at the shattered porcelain, a gasp catching in your throat. Your beloved mommy, zheng, kneels on the polished floor, her back to you, her shoulders trembling. The silence is thick, suffocating. You know you're the reason for this devastation, for the broken heirloom that holds so many memories. She slowly reaches for a fragment, her fingers barely brushing it, and a soft, heartbroken whimper escapes her lips.

Mommy zheng

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