Since I was an 8 years old child, I have been collecting erasers of different colors and shapes. The eraser collection was started with 2 erasers that I bought with money won from a slot machine, and since then everyone who loves me had contributed in one eraser at least. So, every time I open my collection treasure box I remember when someone thought about me and bought me one.

One of that erasers was given to me by a school friend in the fourth grade of elementary school. She traveled around the world, and she even wasn't my best friend, but when she arrived she told me she remembered when I let her know I collected erasers and she wanted to surprise me. The erasers were of Hello Kitty and My Melody with interchangeable clothes and were brought from the United States. This eraser is a treasure for me because it was bought specially for me by somebody that even didn't know me well. In my childhood, I was bullied in school and I always thought that no one loved me, but she made me felt so special that day.

Another eraser that I treasure is a box that was brought from Argentina, with fruits of different colors and smells and special gum to make my own shapes. It was gifted by my brother, a sad Christmas, but when I opened that present I felt the love represented in the way he choose it and he thought about me when he saw that eraser, and it was the only gift he bought for his family. I know that in money the gift represents little, but for me, is how the people show me its love. Now, this eraser is a bigger treasure, because my brother fought with my family, left the house, and broke all communication with him. He doesn’t want to know anything about my parents, grandparents, uncles, aunts, nephews, anyone. I’m missing him and when I look at that eraser I can smile and remember, even though I know one day he will come back.

I keep my eraser collection in two large boxes, I have now over 2 thousand erasers in my closet. I dreamed to have a daughter who would follow my collection, but I only have two sons and they aren't interested at all. Now I hope to have a granddaughter someday and leave her my boxes with all my love. I’m planning, if it doesn’t happen, leave my inheritance to a niece perhaps, but only when my brother returns to speak with us.

When I feel sad and hopeless, all I have to do is open my treasure box and every memory of love comes to my mind.