Unlike other valuables, we regarded it just as ordinary silverware. We changed flats, changed cities, but it sustained in the family. True family silver.
I don’t know its age, nor do I know how it has appeared in my family. There is no one left alive whom I could ask. Its appearance is mystic. It has the shape of a humanoid alien with a gigantic head and slim body in futurist costume. Its geometric ornament with alternating stripes and circles seems timeless.
There is no such other object in existence which I have held so many times in my entire life. It sits in my hand so naturally. The only adequate pleasure I can think of is wearing my 10 years old pair of Crockett & Jones.
For now, the silver spoon belongs to me, and I belong to it.