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got all over my hands, but it that’s how she did it every year during the rotation. Personally, my favorite part was when we burned the left over newspaper in the back yard. The colors were tranquil.
Wiping my hands on my sweat pants, I started clearing off the shelf solely of snow globes. The first one I grabbed made me want to cry. It was as if I was putting her away. These were her things; they didn’t belong anywhere else. She’d have the spare bedroom in the apartment set up with her things , but it wasn’t the same. Her smell and her touch are going to be lost with this move, with or without the movers. That wasn’t fair. I missed her. I had to do this. It was wrap them or leave them, so I wrapped them. I did my best to rush through it so as to avoid any more thoughts about her.
The next shelf up was her dictionaries and encyclopedias. We didn’t have a set of them, just the ones that contained information about her favorite things. She was a real history buff. Maybe it was good to leave this house. I needed a way to move on. I’d never be able to move her things if I was staying here and I’d probably end up never leaving the house.
Halfway through that shelf, I saw a brown package in the right corner. Had it been hidden back there? How long had it been there? I wondered if my mom had done it. Had she forgotten about it? Was it just this? I had to pick it up and examine it. Turning the box over, I saw my name written in her hand writing. I dropped the box. My heart started hiccupping.
I stared at the box on the floor as if it were going to come alive and rip me to shreds. I was terrified and captivated. Slowly I stepped back and sat on the couch. With as much poise as I could manage, I leaned over and tried to look more closely at this box. Seeing it all wrapped and pretty, it dawned on me that it had to be something for my birthday. That’s why she had been hiding it from me. Every year we made a game out of me searching for my birthday presents. I would never win, I never wanted to win, I just enjoyed how much fun her and I had poking at each other. I never thought she’d have put them behind the books. That was the last place I would have honestly ever looked. She knew me so well.
Narrowing my eyes, I felt if I stared at it this way long enough I’d gain x-ray vision. Then I could see what was inside of it without the long drawn out process of having to open it. After a few minutes my eyes started watering and I had to look away. I was too scared to find out anyway and honestly, even though my birthday had passed, I felt a little guilty. She hadn’t given this to me, she wasn’t here, it wasn’t right. She’d never be here to hand it to me. Mira, you have to do this. She got this for you. It’s a gift.
“Okay. You’re just a box. There is nothing to be afraid of.” I said out loud.
I didn’t even believe my own words. I fidgeted with my hands. My nerves were on edge. I knew this could break me. It would break me. I had to think of way to do this. Staring at it was torture. I jumped up and started pacing.
Each time I stopped to allow my eyes another look, my anxiety increased. I wasn’t sure if my heart was going to collapse from the stress or the love from the gift she had given me from beyond the grave. I had to know, either way. Eventually I would open this box...one day. It may as well be now.
“I should be sitting. Yes. Sitting would be nicer.” I tried to calm myself.
Grabbing the box, I walked back over to the couch. Placing it roughly on the coffee table, there was faint echo. The box was hollow, at least I knew that much.
“Ugh!” I screamed when I finally caved.
It’s just a box, just a box. I needed to treat it like a band-aid and tear it open. Yes. I grabbed the box and ripped the flaps on the sides. With the pieces of cardboard on the floor, in my lap there was a fancier box. It made
Wiping my hands on my sweat pants, I started clearing off the shelf solely of snow globes. The first one I grabbed made me want to cry. It was as if I was putting her away. These were her things; they didn’t belong anywhere else. She’d have the spare bedroom in the apartment set up with her things , but it wasn’t the same. Her smell and her touch are going to be lost with this move, with or without the movers. That wasn’t fair. I missed her. I had to do this. It was wrap them or leave them, so I wrapped them. I did my best to rush through it so as to avoid any more thoughts about her.
The next shelf up was her dictionaries and encyclopedias. We didn’t have a set of them, just the ones that contained information about her favorite things. She was a real history buff. Maybe it was good to leave this house. I needed a way to move on. I’d never be able to move her things if I was staying here and I’d probably end up never leaving the house.
Halfway through that shelf, I saw a brown package in the right corner. Had it been hidden back there? How long had it been there? I wondered if my mom had done it. Had she forgotten about it? Was it just this? I had to pick it up and examine it. Turning the box over, I saw my name written in her hand writing. I dropped the box. My heart started hiccupping.
I stared at the box on the floor as if it were going to come alive and rip me to shreds. I was terrified and captivated. Slowly I stepped back and sat on the couch. With as much poise as I could manage, I leaned over and tried to look more closely at this box. Seeing it all wrapped and pretty, it dawned on me that it had to be something for my birthday. That’s why she had been hiding it from me. Every year we made a game out of me searching for my birthday presents. I would never win, I never wanted to win, I just enjoyed how much fun her and I had poking at each other. I never thought she’d have put them behind the books. That was the last place I would have honestly ever looked. She knew me so well.
Narrowing my eyes, I felt if I stared at it this way long enough I’d gain x-ray vision. Then I could see what was inside of it without the long drawn out process of having to open it. After a few minutes my eyes started watering and I had to look away. I was too scared to find out anyway and honestly, even though my birthday had passed, I felt a little guilty. She hadn’t given this to me, she wasn’t here, it wasn’t right. She’d never be here to hand it to me. Mira, you have to do this. She got this for you. It’s a gift.
“Okay. You’re just a box. There is nothing to be afraid of.” I said out loud.
I didn’t even believe my own words. I fidgeted with my hands. My nerves were on edge. I knew this could break me. It would break me. I had to think of way to do this. Staring at it was torture. I jumped up and started pacing.
Each time I stopped to allow my eyes another look, my anxiety increased. I wasn’t sure if my heart was going to collapse from the stress or the love from the gift she had given me from beyond the grave. I had to know, either way. Eventually I would open this box...one day. It may as well be now.
“I should be sitting. Yes. Sitting would be nicer.” I tried to calm myself.
Grabbing the box, I walked back over to the couch. Placing it roughly on the coffee table, there was faint echo. The box was hollow, at least I knew that much.
“Ugh!” I screamed when I finally caved.
It’s just a box, just a box. I needed to treat it like a band-aid and tear it open. Yes. I grabbed the box and ripped the flaps on the sides. With the pieces of cardboard on the floor, in my lap there was a fancier box. It made
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