 Do you know what happened to my things from decathlon? And she says, yeah. And she leads me down the hallway and she opens the door to her bedroom and I'm hit with that familiar smell of old books and moth balls. And I see all the furniture is the same since I was a kid. The old wooden dresser and vanity, the little nightstand where she kept her radio and her newspaper, the tiny silver TV she used to watch Korean dramas and American baseball.