My mom was on a major cleaning kick for the past few weeks, and while helping to go through a box of old photos, I found this:
A little two part drawing, stapled together, I made of myself (see the brown hair/green/black and white striped skirt that I loved) in 1988. So poignant!
Per the handwriting, it looks like Amah (my grandmother) tucked this away. I think she appreciated my angst.