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My sister has been collecting snow globes since as long as I can remember. All her snow globes are stacked nicely in 5 glass planks located right next to her working desk at our home. They fill the whole things to the point where she is already contemplating putting up a new plank just to create more space for them. My sister has not collected all of them by herself since she is still studying and does not have the time to travel a lot but everyone of her friends and all of our relatives know she collects them, so they will always bring her one home from their trips. When I was young and we were having a good day as sisters (which did not happen very often, we fought a lot) she would show them all to me and my siblings. The four of us would sit around the table and she would make us promise not touch anything without her permission (yes, we had a little accident with one of her snow globes before). Then she would lay out a towel covering the whole table. My dad would come in and help her place each one of them on top of the towel in alphabetical order because my sister has a thing about that, all of her books in the library as well as her CD’s are in alphabetical order, I believe she has a little of OCD. So all the A’s would go first; Amsterdam, Argentina, Australia then the B’s Belgium, Brazil, Barbados, the C’s Canada, Colombia, China and so on and son on. Then one by one, she would give my siblings and me one in particular until we wanted to look at another, and the process would be repeated. When I look at them in their planks I can still hear my sister voice in my head saying, “Be careful!” “Fernanda wait until I give it to you, don’t be so impatient!” “Remember to put them back in their place, don’t mess up the order”. I loved her snow globes, I loved how when I shook them, gently of course, the little specks of glitter danced all around the inside, I would sit and watch them for hours. Every time I looked at on of her snow globes I would imagine little scenarios in my head. If it were the one from Barbados, I would imagine me and my siblings on the brown and blue ship, sailing across the Pacific Ocean. If it were the one from Disneyland I would fantasize about all of us living in that princess castle. One time I asked my sister why she liked to collect snow globes and she told me that she had a plan, before she died she wanted to go to everyone one of the places in her snow globes. I know in her heart she loves México but she is always talking about leaving. Every time she gets a new one I think she gets more and more excited to go along with her plan. My sister is like my best friend I would not want her to leave but since we were little I knew she would not grow old here in Monterrey. She loves to learn new things and her way of doing that is to travel so I can not blame her for wanting to do what her heart desires because at the end of the day, don’t we all?