My mother and sister went over to my aunt’s house to go through what was left of my grandmothers belongings that they had inherited from her when she passed away back in December of 1987. My mom brought me home these two Japanese scrolls, hand painted, from Okinawa from the late 50s or early 60s that my grandfather had bought and brought back for my grandmother. My mother tells me she used to hang them in every house they lived in (they moved A LOT) and that they where one of her (my grandmothers) favorite wall decorations. I absolutely love them and I can’t wait to hang them up into what ever place I move into. My sister and cousin where fighting over them because they wanted them, and because they are both still mad at me since our grandfather gave me this certain end table that we all used to play mailbox with growing up. I told her I deserve it more because I only got to spend five years with her and she got eleven.