When he was twelve, my friend R. bought a little sculpture with the intention of giving a surprise to his mother for her birthday. This was a very special occasion for him because, for the first time, he, who felt like a big boy, was planning to give his mother a real present, a present for which he had visited the downtown shops on-his-own, had personally chosen an object to his taste, and had spent with pride the little treasure of his savings.

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Heirloom tells the story of how this little figurine became even more important.