You always remember your first

 

This is the first piece of art I liked in our house growing up. When my mother died, it was the only thing I wanted of hers, besides her wedding ring - which when I was twelve - she left me upon my request. I have no idea about the origins of Chinese guy. His water jug is chipped and it used to hold flowers. I’m not sure why I liked it so much. He was so weird: his two black buns and nutty necklace and outfit and red pencil point nails. He's the opposite of a boring bounder.