As I sip my coffee this morning, I looked around taking stock of what little that I have in my sanctuary. I have already shared with you how small Room 306 is in my previous post. Come to think about it, there are a few items that are irreplaceable that has so much memories attached to it. Little things mean a lot that money cannot buy. Mother kept this one and only letter that I wrote to her when I was just a mere child. I only found this when we were going through her belongings when she died. I should really move this to the bank’s safety deposit box. There is a pencil sketch of me that another pilgrim did, he was a Franciscan priest. I was actually surprised when he called me to sit for him. Hmm… my dirty mind working. Mea culpa, he meant well. A cutting of the “bamboo plant”, Mother started this as single piece of stick. Now it has grown big, bloomed and I have given away some cuttings for others. This is the “Mother” plant. But then again, how am I going to carry this out. I have an altar that has a couple of items that belongs to Mother; they are antiques of Madonna, Our Lady of Perpetual Help and Our Lady of Lourdes. Mother has a devotion to Our Lady. Finally, I want to keep Mother’s fur coat. I know, fur coat is now passé. Wearing this occasionally makes me feel the warmth of Mother’s arms around me. Wishful thinking in response to Daily Prompt: Burnt. Come and join us, it’s fun.