Dozens of glass pieces glittered all over the floor. A photo of their wedding day lay bare on the floor. She felt its nakedness warping it gently away from the breeze, blowing from her mother-in-law’s room. It was an omen. She painstakingly collected all the glass pieces together, and meticulously joined them together with superglue. Once again the photo was vacuumed from the sands of time. The bonding though, looked as though it was disintegrating.