A gift from my father

I was just going through a small box of chaos today and found this gift that my father brought back for me from Tibet last year.

It’s a cloth bag with a beaded necklace and a compact mirror inside it. The mirror has an engraving on the back in Chinese.

I don’t know much Chinese so he included a note to translate it for me.

It reads “Tricia, I eat but don’t wash up”.

Hi-larious.

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