I find sentiment in most of my belongings. But one thing in particular stands out. At the end of my last year in high school my english teacher gave me a book. The book itself was “interesting” to put it simply, but the content that was written on the front paper back cover (by her) will never cease to put my life into perspective. Each hand written word means the world to me.
This gift from my teacher is now a token in which I live my life by.