"How can I even touch it?" it's in my head, and it won't stop.
This thought ran through my mind since I picked up that box that was under the couch.
what was in this box? Hairpins that my grandmother used to use.
is that really true? as I saw this box, I remembered I remembered that I would always see this box in the same place, and it never moved. Grandma used to put the same pins on her hair. And for me, that means a lot. For me, this is another inheritance that I did not inherit.
I returned home and sat by the bed. I put relaxing music in my ears and fell asleep without noticing. I fell into my deepest memories. The smallest and simplest memories I need to remember are in the depths of my memories. I remembered when my grandmother put me and my sister to sleep at her house and told us to spread our hair because we wouldn't be comfortable with the rubber band. And the truth is, she was right. I also remember this time that my family and I were sitting with my grandmother in the garden under a wooden roof, and my grandmother started filling my hair with the braids she had braided for me.
I woke up in a feeling of depression. I became sad that these beautiful tiny moments won't come back. I'll never be happy as before.
and nothing would change it.
but there's a question that I keep asking myself, How did the box get under the abandoned couch? And how did Ele know that?
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Outta of the window: life story
Non-Fiction"Get out of the sadness and see what's out there, Maybe you'll find your joy I want to dedicate this story to my late grandmother.
