100 Word Challenge #38
Faded
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There is a box in the attic, not too difficult to find if you know what you're looking for, but easily overlooked.
Here, though, were where some of her most precious memories lay.
Open it up and you may be surprised at the contents, and though they may not be the jewelry and heirlooms most hide away, they are to her far more wondrous.
Here was a picture of Henry when he was eight, scowling at the camera.
Here was Jacob, seventeen months old, spaghetti sauce dripping down his face, his bowl atop his head.
Here was Sabrina, six years old, and in awe of a snowflake drifting through the air.
And here…here was a picture of a laughing woman in a white dress, twirling with a man in a tuxedo.
Her wedding.
Relda smiled, and replaced the picture.
No matter how faded it may get, she would always remember.