My story is personal and real. My object is a table; it was a present from my aunt to me. The table is 100 years old or more, and my mother’s aunt’s husband made it. It is a very significant piece for my family. When I was young, about 13 or 14 years old, I liked the table. I told my aunt, “When I get married, give it to me for my house.” She looked at me and laughed. Later, after coming to live in the USA, I got married. When I visited The Dominican Republic with my family, I said to my aunt again, “Remember to give me the table.” She responded the same way, she looked at me and laughed. In 2004, I went back to my country, and I was in my mother’s family’s house, and my aunt told me to take the table. “It’s yours. Take care of it.” I was very happy because I loved this piece. I don’t know why, but to me it it’s beautiful. My cousin helped me to take it apart and put it in my suitcase. My story is beautiful and sad, because a year after my aunt gave me the gift, she completely lost her memory, because she suffered from Alzheimer’s disease. She was very special. Everyone in the family loved her.
– Lourdes Rodriguez