Why Remembrance Is Important To Me

When I was 12-years-old and my brother was arguing with my dad about silly little things like whether he could go to the movies, I realized my family is an important part of my life that I should remember. The only problem was how would I remember my family by? What the decision I came to was to keep an item significant to me from my family as a remembrance of them. Who knows how long family will be around? To me, an object that symbolizes a remembrance means more than just a picture of an event that occurred. Each object that I keep to symbolize is worth more than anything in the world and it has its own story that makes it have sentimental value. Remembrance is a pink, white, and yellow braided string that has a piece of paper attached to

The golden chain with a gold cross and a purple heart charm that is partially covered with a gold-colored coating around it and a small purple bead above it, just hangs in my jewelry stand where it is too prized and valued to be worn because I fear losing it. When I was 9-years-old, my mom and my dad gave me that exact necklace because I was struggling with the hard move from New York to Texas. I was devastated at the loss of my friends and feared what would come in the future. They gave me this object to show that they loved me and so I would not worry about the future. That necklace was a combination of items that were once my dad’s and my mom’s. The gold chain and gold cross are from my dad and the purple heart charm is from my mom. Whenever I see the object in my jewelry stand, I think of the story that goes with it. Ever since then, that object has symbolized a remembrance of my mom and my dad, so that when they are no longer here with me, I will always have something to remember them

This basket was given to me by my mother on July 11, 2008. When she gave it to me she said, “Missy, this is an article Mommy had when she was a child and now it is yours.” I opened the basket and found a little letter from my mom which said, “Missy. This is one of a few articles Mommy had as a child in Korea. When Mommy was a teenager, Mommy dreamt having a girl named, ‘Marissa,’ the beautiful and caring main character girl from a cartoon named, ‘Castle (Made) of Glass.’ When you were born, Mommy’s dream came true. I love you Marissa. Mommy.” Whenever I see this object on the very top shelf on my desk, the story that goes with this comes alive and fills me in on what happened. This object may seem worthless, but to me, it is the world because it showed my mother loved me so much. The basket has become a remembrance of my mother and how sacrificing she was to give up one of her prized possessions for