So this morning, Daddy inspected my room and scolded me for not cleaning it. As usual, he called it the "Monster's Nest". He clean it himself (this is a sad blog but still LOL) and I was just watching at the door, making sure he wouldn't not throw ANY valuable item like he always does when I was a kid. After he's done, I did the finishing touches and found out my big box of treasures under the bed was no longer there. This is the first time for so many years that Dad checked my room so he's innocent. One thing for sure of who the culprit is... it's one of the past maids we had.

Mom would not clean my room herself. Whenever she hired maids to do so, I observed it throughly. But almost a year ago, since I was working, I was unable to.

I cried because of course, that is oh~so~ important to me. Part of my existence lost when I learned I would never see the things inside there. My Prince of Tennis collection, my sketch from grade school to high school, and all the other memories of my teenage years were inside there. I don't know if my baby pictures were also included on that box but I'm going to check the other places I store my stuff.

This is a sad day for me like a part of me died.