Maybe I’ve always been drawn to broken things. There’s a delicate beauty in a fragile thing. Mom warned me that broken things have sharp edges that cut deep. 

A broken thing takes on new meaning. It’s no longer a one sentence explanation, it’s no longer a dinner topic. 

And how dare it may offend the present! Perhaps people are worried that holding a broken topic can cut into their present, and if they’re not careful, their future.