I had a little blue box, where my mother kept some of her memories when she was young. . It was cardboard lined with a kind of blue silk, with golden letters on top, made by her in school. It was about 75 years old, tattered and broken. I could't throw it simply away. I added some dried lavender, which she loved, and set fire on it.
I miss her. May she rest in peace.
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