Growing up in a big household where items owned never truly belonged to you but got shared or handed down to younger siblings, I learnt the art of letting go quite early. The things that I appreciated most and guarded jealously were those novels that I bought with my meagre pocket money that my dad gave me in the days and what I earned from doing odd jobs.
I have always viewed material things as just being ‘material things’ that one can always replace. Searching the pits of my memory, there’s nothing that I recall having such attachment to except one plastic doll that I vaguely remember and can no longer recall what happened to her.
a cooking pot and twisted tales 
That’s a good mindset to have.
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I’m sentimental about the gifts loved ones give me and family heirlooms (not necessarily valuable) because of the family history they hold. Those things are hard to let go of, like letting go of people I love, which is very hard for me. However, I have no need for things just because I want things. I too grew up poor and I’m thankful for that because I learned how to live without more money than what is needed for basics. Hello Jaqueline, how are you? I know I haven’t been around for awhile.
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