I am packing the boxes to find old treasures that I thought didn’t exist, for I forgot about them.
I find that old black and white picture, a vase from Mum’s place with purple orchards, a trinket with sentimental value from school, and the plaster from my broken arm.
I’m thinking about the awakened memories as feelings start to rush and mess with my heartstrings.
Sniffing the items a little, I’m sneezing and crying.
C & K 