It took me a moment to realize what I had done. My mind immediately racing to the worst places, the consequences. I hadn’t realized that somewhere in between I had cut myself. I stared at the scarlet droplets of blood falling to the floor. Not rushing to get a napkin, to stop my arm from bleeding. I have to hide it. The first time I saw it my mother noticed my awe, turned to me and said: “One day this will be yours”. A possibility of a future disintegrated as soon as the glass had hit the ground.