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Submitted to Contest #32
I ran my fingers alongside the rustic frame of a box, a very old one. It had been passed down from my grandmother to my mother and now to me. The memory box always comforted me when I longed for my mother's arms but never again will I feel her warmth. She died nearly a year ago when I had discovered it in her room addressed to me. At first, I thought it was a jewelry box, an empty box with a tune, but when I winded it back the tune must have put me out because I was sure I was dreaming. “Mommy, I love you this much!” six-year-old me hel...
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