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I can't believe I broke another one of gram's bowls. Why am I so CLUMSY ALL THE TIME. I started bawling and picking up the pieces, plus the noodles that were everywhere, and mom came in the kitchen and offered to make me something else. She thought I was crying because I was hungry and I broke my dinner. How is she so selfless about my breaking her dead mother's china? How did she not slide in even one downgrading remark, and instead hugged me and said, "it's okay if you're okay." That was so mom of my mom to do.