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.