The Governor: (dismissively) Paper.
The Governor: Valuable?
Cervantes: Only to me.
-- Man of La Mancha
I went to my dad's house this weekend. He's looking at apartments and I went with him.
I wanted to take my mom's recipe file home with me. Then I couldn't find it.
Dad had hired a clean-out company to help him get a lot of stuff out. We had estate sales. But we couldn't find some stuff afterwards--we know it is in the house somewhere but we don't know where. I freaked out about this the last time, but I had calmed down.
My mom's recipe file? That practically broke me.
These are the foods that she made her corrections to. The recipes she'd charmed from restaurants when she traveled--in her own handwriting. I called my sister to see if maybe she had taken it. She said no, got upset and then said that no one would have stolen it. They couldn't read mom's handwriting. It made me feel slightly better--but not much.
We found it, well my husband did. I hugged that file to me the way I couldn't hug my mother. To others it was worthless, for me--it was priceless.
Do you have any objects that are "worthless?"