I don’t know what urged me to go through my mom's stuff all of a sudden but here I am going through everything from clothes to jewelry. My sister and I made the agreement that she would go through the clothes and stuff and see what she wanted. And I would donate the rest of the stuff that was allowed to be donated.
Oftentimes when looking through the stuff I would take a moment to stare at an old family photo of my mom, me and my sister. I remember the day the photo was taken and what happened that day like it was yesterday. It was January seventh, 2011. I was eleven and Alivia was five. It was cold that day and I remember that when the photo was being taken, me and Alivia tried so hard not to shake like crazy from the cold. I even remember that we got Mcdonalds after words. And even what we got to eat. I shake my head putting the memories in the back of my head again. I decided to look through the closet because I know my mom kept her wedding dress in there along with old junk.
I found tons of boxes with old photos. A box of baby photos, one for me and one for Alivia. There were also pictures of my parents on their wedding day. I couldn’t help but smile at them. I put them on the floor behind me and was about to stand up when something caught my eye. There was an old looking brown box on the shelf in the closet. I decided to take it down and see what was inside.
“What the-” I said surprised at what I found. Well to be honest, I didn’t fully know what I was looking at.
The box was packed full of what looked like letters. All of them date from 2008 to only a month ago. I tried finding the first letter to find it was written, a month after my dad went M.I.A. But who could have been sending these and why are they just locked away and hidden? I wanted to know so I got nosey and started reading them in order.
The way the person was talking in these letters made it seem that they knew my mom very well. My sister and I were even mentioned a bit. I reached the last letter and saw it was written a day before my mom died.
And this letter was signed “yours” like the other, no, it was signed, “Aaron Johnson”.
The shock hit me like two trains at full speed. There was no way this was possible. It couldn’t be him. I would have believed it if it was written years ago but not this recent, only a month ago.
That name was all too familiar to me and everyone in my family.
Aaron Johnson is my fathers name…
To Be Continued…
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