My parents love to travel, and have prided themselves on exposing me to several world cultures throughout my life. Though our home is in a small town in Connecticut, my mother has strived to keep a worldy feel to the home. She achieves this with many collections of souvenirs displayed around the house, ranging from Egyptian scrolls to paintings of Puerto Rico to a statue of Buddha from Bali. However, this “theme” she has may not be outright apparent to visitors, but in every room of the house there is an object from another part of the world with a story behind it. This particular vase was bought in Greece a few years ago when I was in middle school, and it resides in the sitting room on the center table (with my dog ever perched on the chair next to the window!). Michael Zimmelman stated in his New York Times article about the Auschwitz exhibit, “When I am at Auschwitz I start looking at the world and at my own life. I remind myself of what’s important, which is so easy to forget,” and this is how my mother feels when she sees the memories of other places in her home.