People on the street have pointed out how tattered my windbreaker has become. I hadn’t noticed — it’s been nearly a decade.
The jacket was a gift from a family member during one of Saigon’s cold winters, when I couldn’t afford warm clothes. Since then, wearing it has always brought warmth — not just physical, but the kind that comes from being cared for.
Now living in Đà Lạt, where it’s genuinely cold, the jacket gets daily use.
Soon I’ll place it in what I call a memory repository at home in Di Linh — a collection of precious mementos from people I love. Some things are too important to replace.