A broken heart Nearly 13 years ago, my middle school friend gifted to me this key-chain after she came back from a trip. Though broken at the side, battered and bruised by rough use, this travels with me wherever I go. We live in two countries now, still our laughter and gossip hasn’t changed one bit since those school days. There are some friendships I am grateful for. This is one of them. (Prompt titled Object from Daily Post) Linking it to NaBloPoMo