Grandma's furnitures

Some people never throw away their belongings which make them feel a sense of belonging. Or for a cumstom of frugality. My grandmother holds both. Those furnitures peacefully there in her room are the witnessess of my childhood, my dad's growth, and maybe even longer. They are brownish-red with dark lines inside their surfaces, actually I guess the lines are between the paint and the wood under it, which may be caused by the split of the timber -- Oh I'm just guessing and actually I already thought about this long time ago when I was sitting beside them in my childhood but I don't even care about the answer.. I clearly remember how they smell like -- painted wood with light smell of camphor balls -- and I really like it. Sometimes I hope they will always stay there until one day that they can not stand and be repaired any more. And I guess I will miss them by then.

This photo which has a wardrobe with a mirror was taken in my grandma's room in the last summer.