Mrs. Li's

Considering I have been in a house fire before, it is obvious to me what I would choose to take if it were to happen again. I was able to save a good many things, but to narrow it down there would be two.

1. Black leather memory box-full of things I am both afraid to forget, and afraid to remember. 

2. One of the last remaining pictures of my mother. 

The memory box was taken in order to help me with the obvious, the box itself has symbolism. An entire lifetime/childhood contained in only a few inches of space, letters, name tags from N.I.H, a few coins, and a ring whose purpose was lost sometime ago. The picture because she was what my early life revolved around, caring for, in and out of hospitals. I could never forget her of course, but there is some such phiolsophy about people and preservation I'm sure. 

Thechinically those few items mean nothing to me, they hold within them what makes me the person I am, good, bad or indifferent. To lose them would cause a reformation of sorts, to forget what made you would leave someone different. It would cause me to be a new person. Good or bad, the rights or the wrongs of how I live would be chagned, and to chagne the "I" while still attempting to identify oneself, woudl lead to the sumise, the personal "it".