Broken Cup

I have to face it. I am really just so sad today. I've been racing about trying to ignore it, but SORRY, CHARLIE, it doesn't work that way.

My heart is shattered. A broken cup on the floor. I have to fix it before anyone finds out how broken it is. I am squatting on the floor like a little girl in a little blue dress with patent leather Mary Jane shoes on, white anklets, and I have a messy pot of glue, and I am trying to glue together a million shattered pieces of this broken cup and then the tears well up flooding me and I have to admit I can't fix this cup. Cup, what happened to you? Dad, where did you go?