Hoardor

One fine day, I blurted to a someone that I hoard stuff.

From Invitation cards to tokens and rocks, or wedding souvenirs.

What’s more odd is that, I also hoard my notebooks from my Elementary to high school. All the chicken-like writing. Doodles and exam papers, I have them all. Or atleast a time. I think my mom secretly cleaned out my room when I moved here in the metro.

I find it very relaxing at times to just look back on things.

Those tokens reminded me how was life during grade school.

or how life in high school was the best.

and how fast the time have gone by

receiving debut cards, christening invitations and the like.

It was the only treasure I could think of growing up. “Memories engraved on things”

 

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