Box of mementos
I found a box in the attic filled with mementos from my childhood. It was tucked away in a corner, almost as if it had been deliberately hidden.
My hands trembled as I opened it, revealing a treasure trove of old photographs, school programs, and birthday cards.
Each item I pulled out evoked a memory, some happy, others tinged with sadness. But I knew this box could hold the key to understanding the rift in our family.