At least ten minutes she was standing there. She looked at the many small porcelain, cups, pendants - but she did not see them. She was away somewhere else. She was a little girl in the big armchair and played with the old little doll she had to take care of because it was her Mother’s doll, but she noticed the silence. Grandma was standing in front of the showcase. She looked at the objects curiously as if she first saw them.

Impishly smiled at his lips. Then she reached out and firmly took out a small cup. It was a nice piece. With flying butterflies and little flowers. But the edge was broken, so they didn't use to drink. She did not even understand why she took it now.

- That's it. -She told. - That'll be good. True?

She did not understand what she was talking about, she forgot about the scene.

Everyone at Christmas got very special packages from her grandmother. Small, delicate boxes, lace on one, pearls on the other. Granny made them. As they began to open it, the Christmas room turned silent. An angel leaped over us-as Mother said with a tear-smelling smile. In the small jewelry boxes, there were beautiful pendants, rings and a tie-pin for Daddy. But such jewels have never been seen before. They were made of porcelain, each of them was a different pattern, and had a unique shape. Everyone was familiar from somewhere. Of course, Mom immediately realized, but she did not understand. But then she recognized Mother's small cup pattern in her beautiful pendant. Your sister had a strange little head on her ring - how much did she look at this doll in the showcase? On her pendant was a butterfly! The butterfly was her sign in the kindergarten, she loved the butterflies, and Granny knew this.

They gathered around Grandma, and she began to talk about the porcelain and the jeweler who had a strange sensitivity and saved their stories, their common history.

They watched beautiful porcelain objects, listened to Nagyi's stories. She almost heard his grandmother's voice, laughingly, telling the story of the porcelain vases that had been donated to the wedding, the old teahouses that are now accompanying their lives as a wonderful jewel. They had one of the most beautiful Christmas.

The objects in the showcase told their stories and filled the empty room. She just stood to smile and pressed his hand over a beautiful pendant with a flying butterfly over her heart.

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