This piece of paper is going to make me cry really hard one day, I just know it. When we asked my parents if they wanted us to bring anything back from China or Japan for them, my dad requested a couple pairs of old man/kung fu shoes. They didn't have a size on them, so I tried to measure his existing cloth shoe on my left forearm, "Right up to that mole. Yep, got it, dad."
A few days later, while en route to the airport, my mom unfurled this paper. She had traced my dad's shoe so that I could bring the sheet shopping with me and match up the size. I folded up the paper and tucked it into the back pocket of my journal, where I knew it would be safe and sound. I patted it twice, swallowed back some salty wet ones, and hugged her good bye.