I dusted the shoebox off, and opened it. It was filled to the top with dusty picture frames, handwritten notes, the occasional jewelry. Everything was from her. Her amazing drawings of us, the cute notes she left in my locker in high school.
I wish I could go back to those days, when life was good. But it's long over, and I regret it all.
Items to pay attention to: Guitar pick, unlabeled CD, envelope labeled 'Open on 6/8/16'
