¡Happy weekend Community!😘
This day I was at my maternal grandmother's house listening to stories about the childhood of my aunts and my mother, among so much laughter my grandmother took some objects of great sentimental value out of the trunk of memories.
My grandmother is the type of person who likes to keep things and today I present two of them that are very special to me.
There are objects that become a relic for you, because they connect you with beautiful memories, with that past that was left behind in the book of your life.
I had several years without seeing them, of course my grandmother had them well kept, that lady is a case, it was a very sentimental moment for all of us today, even the photo album came out of a box😅
This Saturday got intense😍, this vase reminded me of my dead great grandmother, who would not let anyone touch it, it was a mess if you touched that vase and today it was in front of me, intact, perfect, an old porcelain that is more than 50 years old😱.
It is not gold or diamonds, an insignificant piece at first sight for many, for my family it has a sentimental value.
Before for the grandchildren it caused annoyance, scolding from the great-grandmother, this day it brought tears, laughter and stories that mark our hearts.
In its design you can see the marks of the years, externally it is beaten, if you look inside it is perfect, it is useful, that old lady was right to take care of it so insistently.
According to the family history, she received it from an aunt of hers who died, whom she loved very much, that is why it was important, now my grandmother keeps it to keep the memory of her.
It's hard to leave the belongings of a departed loved one, you hold on to it so tightly, you refuse to give up those memories, this porcelain jar is worth more than precious stones.
😜Selfie Saturday
😜The porcelain jar
Sharing memories as a family is very nice, this was a Saturday full of nostalgia, not only that jar brought back nice memories, a cuddly teddy bear, my pillow when I was a little girl also came out of the saved things.
That scratchy nose betrays my playing times, it still keeps its softness, I loved to sleep next to it when I visited my grandmother.
I felt protected, even though he was a stuffed animal, my cute teddy bear Chito, his tender softness that accompanied me when I slept.
It seems like centuries have passed since I saw him for the last time, today we meet again in tears, I hope to have him next to me again, the problem is that I have to wait to have children,only then will she give it to me, my grandmother has some witticisms.😄
This is my Selfie Saturday
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