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My mother has a precious collection that keeps growing every time she meets a new place. She has snow globes of all sizes that she gets from all over the world, from Paris, Milan, USA, Cancun, South Korea, Madrid and more. Her friends and family help her collection grow by getting her snow globes from the places they visit. These transparent spheres have been part of her life since she was a little girl; they symbolize all her memories, her childhood, and her happy and sad days. Some snow globes even play music like a music box; she says those are her favorites, when she was small and bored she used to play them all together even if it sounded bad. Not all her snow globes have a landscape of a place she has been in, but in some of them you can see things she love. Some has ballerinas since she used to love dancing ballet; others have her favorite holydays, Santa Clause for Christmas, bunnies for Easter and pumpkins for Halloween. Since I used loved Disney princess when I was a little girl, she bought a snow globe of each and every one of them as a representation of my childhood, which was a very special moment of my life that she witnessed. She is catholic and very religious so she bought herself a snow globe of the arc of Noah and another one of the birth of Christ to represent her faith in god. She tells us all the story’s she can remember that lay behind her snow globes, like all the events that happened in the places she bought them and who gave them to her, including past friends and boyfriends. They represent important memories to her, like a diary of her lifetime, and impacting moments of her life. Every time a snow globe accidentally falls and brakes into pieces she convinces us she doesn’t care but I can see that inside of her it hurts her like a big page of her diary has been ripped off and a memory has been forgotten. A broken memory that cannot be fixed or replaced just fades away into pieces. But she does everything to get good care of them, she cleans them up and has them organized from oldest to newest on top of a glass shelve. Every year the shelves grow longer since her memories keep proceeding.