3 days ago, my mother: "Here is a blanket made from Alpaca. It's from ________. Keep it in the family, if you can."
3 days ago, myself: "This thing itches! I don't want it!"
Mom: "Take it anyway!"
Me: "Um, okay..." Shuffle off to the car, still insisting there is no place for this thing and it weighs a ton, blah blah blah.
Yesterday, my mother: "I'm giving you the large wooden bread board (HUGE is more like it) that Grandpa made for me. You make breads, pizza; you'll use it."
Yesterday, myself: "WHY ARE YOU GIVING AWAY YOUR STUFF? ARE YOU DYING?!"