I got another piece of home moved over to Karachi.
This was part of a set my mom refused to open & use. "They will turn into fairies and fly away" She'd say.
It was a wedding gift. 31 years ago.
She holds on to memories attaching them to things. Just what she tell me to stop doing. Maybe she doesn't want me to hurt the way she does over immaterial things. They are just...things.
She has happiness in the moment.
She has Lala.
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