For years, I’ve held onto a toaster from my grandmother’s kitchen. I’ve never used it. I’ve never let it go.
This week, I finally asked why.
It’s not really about the toaster. It’s about memory, identity, and the weight of objects we’ve outgrown.
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Schrödinger’s Heirloom
It exists and it doesn’t. You keep it, but you don’t know why.
