The fallen angel

I was preparing to bake a pumpkin pie in the kitchen when an unusually strong wind suddenly started blowing, toppling bins, clocks and what-nots. I paid no attention, though it felt pretty scary. Upon returning to my room, I found my commencement group photo on the floor, together with the magnets that had held it onto the whiteboard. As I picked up the magnets I discovered with horror that the magnet had come off the aboriginal girl that I'd bought atthe Taoyuan airport. My mom tried to console by saying that I can at least keep the toy. I thought, that's true, and that's when I made another horrible discovery. One of the ears had broken. I rushed back to my room, cursing the unwanted wind. I finally found the missing piece on the floor and was contemplating how to glue it back when I saw that another small pie e of her head was chipped off. And one of her wings is broken. And lost. (T.T)