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My father's office bag
My father’s office bag is one of his all-time company things. He carries it everywhere, every time…it’s like omnipresent. He keeps inside it, all his documents, important information, computer, pen and pencils, staple, folders, and God knows what else is in there. It’s like Mary Poppins bag. It’s a black bag with lots of pockets inside, and in each pocket there are more pockets, so you can classify your papers and documents, and so he does that. He knows exactly what does he have and where, and if you touch or grab something from the bag, you have to carefully memorize where and how it was kept in the bag. He carries it to his office, the beach, the mountain, any time he travels or go out of the house. When my sister and I where little, we hide inside dolls or barbies to “make some company to him” when he traveled, so he wouldn’t miss us when he was out of home. As the years passed the bag became old and ugly, like an old frog: big, stretched, and rugged, but he still used it. So my sister and I decided to give him one new bag for father’s day gift. As soon as he opened the gift, his face expression wasn’t the one that we expect him to have; probably he was not ready to give up to his bag. Any way he began to use it, he change all his documents papers and stuff. Years later we discover that his ugly and old bag was particularly special to him, because it was the first gift my mother gave him, in his first birthday as boyfriend and girlfriend . Now the old bag is kept in his closet, it doesn’t carry documents or papers anymore, but still carries all the good memories he lived with that bag.
