I am sorry it shattered I didn’t mean to break it slipping through my fingers without notice it left my grip I don’t know why if you could tell me what it was or maybe warned me as I let go snapped me to attention some way I am so sorry I wish it was a porcelain trinket that could be glued back to a whole or something big enough to gather and puzzle piece it we could overlook the cracks and missing flakes leaving us weak not as beautiful as before