The soapdish had no fresh bar of soap.
Instead there were bits and pieces of a variety of soap bars that have been put together and formed into a ball.
He told his parents to throw these bits out but they insisted on saving every little piece, using every little bit and squeezing them together.
On touching the ball, he realized that this was the very first piece his parents touch each morning, the object that is squeezed and formed and re-formed each day.
It was his parents’ sculpture.