My Mama's Box

Found a box that belonged to my Mama. She passed away in 2001 and until now I can't make myself open and look closely on what's on that box. Just seeing her handwriting makes me cry all over again. I don't know when will I be ready or if I will ever be ready. For now, I took a peek and put the lid back on again. It is a special box and even without looking inside it, I'll always know it was hers. Just after she passed away I gather those special little things that was hers and put in that box. I wrapped the brown box with rose-printed gift wrapping paper. Someday, I hope, instead of crying and feeling sad looking at her things, I'll feel instead that she is near me again and filling the void that she left in my heart.