As a meaningful object I chose an old diary that I got from my mom when I was born. She recorded every memory and little moments here and there so they wouldn’t be forgotten. She was my voice when I couldn’t speak yet, my eyes, my hands… She was part of me as I was part of her. As I grew older, the journal grew with me. It captured my first words, steps, drawings, adventures and milestones. It holds very sentimental value to me as part of my soul is kept in there.
