My last day at work I handed this kid (probably 7 or 8 years old) a bunch of stickers. Might as well of, the store was closing. He was so excited he handed me a homemade origami piece he made. I looked at his mom, and asked if it was really ok that I was taking his creation in? She said he had a whole box full of ones just like this at home.
What's great is that it moves!
I felt so sentimental about this origami piece. It made me think of my own son Isaak when he was little. He used to make me paper things all the time! He two had a box filled with his creations.
Plus it was the last day that the store was open. I kept looking around at blank shelves, where things used to be. Somehow this small act of kindness, a kid handing me a carefully folded paper made it all ok, in a good way.
What's something that made you feel sentimental in the past?