When I went away to university, my mom used to cook food and send it back with me with strict instructions to wash the lunch-boxes and bring them home. She was proud of it, but I was 1 by my lunch-boxes-why did we need to save these things? I 2 the options: if I didn't recycle the lunch-boxes, would she still send me 3 ? I knew the answer was yes, 4 it was not a risk I was prepared to take. So, I washed the 5 lunch-boxes very carefully.
After I formed a 6 of my own, like my mother before me, I'm also the 7 owner of a large number of lunch-box collections, which I guard 8 . No matter how many glass microwave and oven-safe containers I have, no matter how beautiful and functional they may be, I cannot help 9 yogourt containers. They truly are the most 10 objects, with uses ranging from food storage to toys for my 11 : at the beach, in the bath, for endless Lego (乐高) creations.
I still remember when I married my husband, an American from Boston, my mother was 12 , "You know, you come from very 13 backgrounds," she said. Managing cultural differences is undoubtedly an 14 .
The other night, I heard my husband yelling in the kitchen, and the next morning, I found my 15 in the recycling bin. I narrowed my eyes a little as I fished them out, washed them up and replaced them in their drawer with my death stare at my husband.
