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Not in dollars. Much more important than that... sentimental value. My mother and I were very close, she was the best friend I ever had, my biggest ally. A few days ago she lost her very long battle with cancer. My daughter was helping her grampa with gathering some of mom's things, when she came across this knife, and of course thought of me. Afterwards, my daughter came over my place and gave it to me. I had forgotten about it, until I saw it. It was a tiny Japanese made knife that I had given to her. It must have been with her for the past 20-25 years... it now returning to me. BUT... it was something I gave to mom, something she cherished as if it were a diamond necklace... because I, her son, had given it to her. I loved mom so much... visited her every day for months until her end. This is my most valuable knife... a little material thing that represents the love we had for each other.