Never could I love melamine. It is reminiscent of houses and people who did not allow themselves. Decent dishes were kept in showcases and closets and rarely used for serving dear guests, and these delicate, light and cheap plastics dishes were used to express disrespect to the household. Like getting your feet accustomed to wearing plastic slippers despite owning shoes. I wanted to burn them, break them into pieces, and expose their poor quality, but in the end, I was defeated to their strong nature. The past cannot be repudiated. They patiently witnessed days of boredom. As boring as themselves. They spoke in silence and did their job serenely.