BreakI've got these little bitty pieces of broken ceramic in my hands, and some of the fine white dust is coming off them, like chalk dust. I never thought I would ever willingly break an object of such immense value, and especially one that has been with my family for the past six generations.It was a moderately sized ceramic bird, which weighed about a kilogram. It was breathtaking to behold, yet had a disturbing aura about it. The bird had red eyes, which seemed to burn into your very soul.At the beginning of this fine summer's day, I woke up with no intentions of breaking into my parent's bedroom and smashing their prized ceramic bird on t