I have a thinker statue stalking my family. I broke it in 1983 and threw it away, hoping not to get caught. My uncle 3,000 miles away has it glued back together. My mom flipped when she saw it. It was a wedding gift from one of my dads buddies in Nam. She didn't miss it until she saw it again after my dad died. Not realizing I was literally wigging out in the backyard chain smoking when this happened she asked me a couple of years later about it.
I confessed. "I broke that mom. Threw it away. How did …. end up with it?"
She say's "I know. I hated it."