We'd all loved her, but I'd known her the longest and took her loss the hardest.
"I'll never find another like her," I told my son.
I didn't miss his eye roll.
"What?" I asked, more than a little miffed.
"There are many out there that serve the same purpose."
"Yes, for a year or two at the most. Then they give up on us."
"Dad, it's only a microwave. You'll survive."
In that moment, I didn't know him at all.