“Whoa!” His mother batted his hand away just as he was about to toss his keys on the table. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Um, tossing my keys on the table.”
“No, you do not get to toss your keys on the table that holds my collectibles. Don’t you know how fragile these things are?”
“Mom, they are just knick-knacks.”
His mother gasped, “Shut your mouth right this second, young man. These are not ‘just knick-knacks’. They are precious memories collected from our trips.”
“Mom, from my view, they are just seashell you’ve picked up from the beach.”
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Ah, but the memories!
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Yeah, it’s all about the memories and stories attached to them. I’m sure a lot of my precious collectibles wouldn’t mean anything to others.
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It’s all about perspective, I think. I’m pretty sure some of my collectibles won’t mean a thing to others as well.
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oh well, it’s all about perspectives. 🙂
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I guess it is.
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Sounds like me chastising my Hubby… and what he does with his lunchbox when he comes in the door. It’s an endless, and worthless battle. sigh…
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😆 I can certainly imagine.😆
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Yes! Most precious things are so much more than just the actual item. ❤
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