My Moon. Don't get too attached to objects in our home. Contexts, places... just don't get!
Tomorrow:
- The scissors, which were bought to your mother's work or your school's homework, might be found dirty in the ground of the gardener;
- The bucket in which you took bath with daddy, creating memories, might be found with water plants;
- Things kept in that plastic box, bought to this very purpose, might be found in a plastic bag;
- The frame within there already is drawings from you - and memories - might by jealousy have a new image;
- The make-up you thought to put on to that date with your boyfriend might not be in your closet.
Your mom is at this very moment looking for a Philips screw-driver, which we know well where she is gonna find.
Don't get too attached to objects in our home. Maybe in yours, when you conquer it alone of with a partner, you can feel the taste of having something set apart because of personal attachment: don't use that because it is not yours of its purpose is bigger than momentary wills, initiatives or needs.
And always remember. The tool that vanishes, but reappears when someone remembers "ah, it might be there...", it has nothing to do with the lack of respect things should have, in our home, because someone is attached to them.
