"What did you do in Chinatown?"

Cleaning my room has been an ongoing project throughout my summer.  So far, I’ve been coming across a lot of random knick-knacks, clothes, and miscellaneous junk that I’ve kept for no reason whatsoever.

…Okay, so here it goes.  I’m a pack-rat.  There, I admit it!

I have a very difficult time letting things go…and when I say “things,” I mean it literally. It makes me a bit sad (and kinda relieved at the same time) to let go of some of these things. For example, I still held on to a crapload of clothes from my middle school days because I felt guilty for letting them go. Guilty, how so, you may ask? …I understood early on that my momma was always struggling to buy us clothes, toys and food, and I’ve always tried really hard to not take those things for granted. One way of doing so was to keep them…để kỷ niệm.

My mother finally confronted me about my problem.

“Tại sao con còn để dành mấy đồ linh tinh vậy? Con phải sắp xếp gọn lại! Đồ của con lộn xộn quá!”

I kinda told my momma why I kept those things.  She laughed at me and thought I was such a silly girl.

“Your butt doesn’t fit in these jeans anymore! Give em’ to me so that I can donate them to Chùa!