If I was ever in a circumstance of being a refugee and was instructed to bring only three items with me. I would select a family album, an old family Bible, and a crochet blanket. A family album is filled with photographs of my family, myself, and older family members (grandparents, great grandparents). An old family Bible was given to me when my parents divorced. It is white and 3 inches to four inches thick. It has my parents and grandparents' writings in it. Lastly, a crocheted blanket was made by my mother as a Christmas gift to me and my husband. Nothing beats a hand-made gift. It is about king size and has my favorite colors (maroon and dark blue).
A family album is something that I love having. Every picture tells a story. I could elaborate the story by looking at the pictures and walking the memory lane. My grandmother always did that when I was a child. She described the setting, the persons, and how much they loved me. I would do the same. It makes me feel connected to my family.
An old Bible has my father's last name engraved on it. My grandparents passed it down to my parents on their wedding day. Even though my parents divorced, my mother believed that I should have it based on the birth order (I am the oldest). One day I went through the Bible. I found an old photograph and a letter in it. I left it where I found it. It is kind of a treasure. Bible itself is about God and lessons that I learn to understand God and myself better. This would help me becoming a better person.
A crocheted blanket is important because it came from my mother's heart. She made it with her hands. It keeps me warm during the cold nights. Everyone in my family knows that I get cold easily just like my aunt. It's hereditary. I learned how to crochet from my mother.
If I was told to sacrifice two items, I would let blanket and Bible go with wretched feelings. It is a piece of who I am, but I know that I can find a blanket and Bible. Also, my blanket would keep someone else warm. The Bible would teach someone else. I carry verses in my heart and I will always find a Bible somewhere. Family album cannot be replaced, so that is something I would keep.
From this experience, I realized that I am sharing things that my parents and grandparents shared with me. Whatever I've learned and practiced are part of my whole being. If I ever was told to change to be like everyone else, I would defy with honest heart.


