It would definitely be something meaningful. I can actually divide it into three categories. It’s not a thing, but become things. Plant, decorative lamp, and fabric doll. They all belong to my mother. I can’t say I missed her actuallyr; it has been 11 years now, and I’ve even forgotten her voice. That’s what hurts the most, actually. I want the things from my childhood to stay the same, but neither they nor I remain unchanged. I can’t actually say plants because, there are only two, a cactus and a lily, but the purple ones. I wrote about the cactus in one of my propmts. The lily was the flower I planted at my mother’s grave. I used to water it, for some reason, it reminds me of my helplessness. Strangely, it makes me feel good, empowered. By the way, there are two plants, a cactus and a lily, but the purple ones. I wrote about the cactus in one of my essays. The lily was the flower I planted at my mother’s grave. I used to water it; for some reason, it reminds me of my helplessness. Strangely, it makes me feel good, empowered. When I say lamp, you know, like a snow globe, but with a light inside, those. Colorful like that. My father bought it for my mother. It was his first gift. I don’t remember why he bought it, but my mother gave it to me because she liked it. It wasn’t expected from my father; he used to beat me for no reason. It still feels strange to me. That’s why my mother’s smile is important; it always brings it to my mind. As for the fabric doll, I cried so much for it. Let me explain what I’m talking about right away. I was either 3 or 4 years old, we went to the market with my mother, and my father was there too. I don’t remember if my brother had been born then, or if my mother was pregnant. I had a small orange fabric doll, how much I loved it. Then, I got it stolen at the market. I cried for maybe three days afterward. Poor mom went and bought a pink one, but I cried because it wasn’t the same. I wish I hadn’t, but I was a child. I was attached, and I still face the same problem. I get attached quickly; I can’t forget. You can easily win my heart, actually even though I am fragile.
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