I sat down, trembling, when I read the note she had left on top:
“I didn’t need the money for myself. I wanted to leave everyone something small to remember me by — not because I’m leaving, but because love should always be shared while we still can.”
Inside each box were tiny handmade trinkets — family photos, knitted bookmarks, and handwritten notes full of advice, laughter, and love.
My box had a small silver pendant and a letter that said,
“You were the only one who listened when I needed someone. Don’t ever lose that kindness — it’s the rarest thing we can give.”
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