My mom gave me her old phone because she bought a new one.
It barely worked.
The screen had a crack, the battery died quickly, and the camera was terrible.
I almost threw it away.
Then I opened the photo gallery.
There were hundreds of pictures I'd never seen.
Family dinners.
Old birthdays.
My childhood.
Even pictures of me sleeping on the couch when I was little.
I sat there scrolling for almost an hour.
Then I found one of my dad laughing at the dinner table.
I hadn't seen that picture in years.
I saved it.
I never fixed the phone.
I kept it exactly as it was.
Sometimes broken things still hold something worth keeping.