My Mom’s Fridge Is My Travel Diary
Everywhere I go, I buy a magnet for my mom’s fridge. It started as a joke—something cheap, easy to pack, proof I was thinking of her. Now, the fridge is a map of places I’ve been, and the places I called home for a night or two.
She never asks for them, but when I visit, she points at the new ones. Sometimes she asks about the city, but mostly she just smiles, like the magnets are little reminders that I’ll always come back. I’ve got a few so far. I wonder if I’m collecting memories for her, or for me.
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