The smallest things

Had a weird experience today. We were in the middle of a teacher development session looking at 'humanist' theory and practice. We were doing an exercise where you had to talk about a cherished object (normally in class the students would bring something in having had plenty of time to think about it).

When we were asked to find something on our person that was 'cherished', I was stuck. Like most teachers living abroad I tend to travel light and all my cherished things are digital now and stored on my computer or the internet. However, looking through my purse I came across a business card. His business card. The one he gave me the first time we met. And I burst into tears. Sometimes it's the smallest things that throw us off course.