I came from Syria with a heavy heart and a bag full of memories, the smallest object in my suitcase held the most powerful meanings. I might not have been able to carry all of my beloved ones and places with me, but this small yellow envelope was able to keep my friends’ pictures, wishes and my mom's wonderful warm words held in letters that she used to write to me with no particular reason when I was left. 

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I have moved house so many times; more than 13 times, since I arrived here, and this little envelope has moved with me. Wherever I was, this envelope was always close by. It was my dearest companion whenever I felt lonely, it kept reminding me that I'm not alone, somewhere in this big world are many people thinking about me, maybe far away but very close to my heart.