“Memories, memories for sale,” would say the seller of the Man Hat On city harbor.

Memories are valuable. They make me laugh and make me happy.

That happens when I remember my dad, my dog, and Kito, a bird I used to have.

I lost my dad about two weeks ago, and every day I remember a new thing about him. The last old memory I had was today because he used to take me to the bakery every Saturday morning when I was a child. Then we used to eat some good fried stuff.

Barely did I know that it was his presence that turned that moment good; I could go to the bakery today and eat the same thing we used to, but it would not be the same.

The memories I have of my-almost-mine dog Duke also make me happy. I even wrote about him here.

And I also had a crazy bird who would whistle all day long, bringing life to my house. Okay, sometimes he was a little boring with all his singing, chirping, and whistling. But it was good to have someone making noise in my house that now is silent.

I lost them all, but their memories linger on.