that one luggage bag that my passed uncle gave me as a present when i was about to start my college life away from home , i discarded it today as it became very old . it was the only reminder of him oh no ! why did n't you keep it in the attic or something ? it became unusable . i just decided it was its time to be thrown . i feel my uncle was here himself , not his reminders oh i see . i bet it was a sad day then .
The discarding of a cherished gift from a deceased relative triggered the feeling of nostalgia.