Today, finally we discarded the flower rack that stood by our corridor for 21 years... It was handmade by my dad when we first shifted in, with the perfect length and height. But it finally gave way... so sad to see it goes... ... losing another item that holds memories of my dad...
4 comments:
oh i hate that feeling.
there're many things i couldnt keep that my dad used to own — but i still manage to hold on to his many matchboxes, his watch and wallet that he used to carry with him.
it's hard letting go.
ya... :(
aiyo.... there is something call memories leh.... i dun think you can discard that right...
thanks gals...
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