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The book that your sister gave you. Your favorite. She said she
bought it. You know it was a gift from someone. She didn’t like it so
she gave it to you. The purse your mother gave you. Full of chore lists.
She said she forgot them there. You know she wanted you to find
them.
Your college diploma. Your father said it would make you happy. You
know it would make him happy. The office job. The one you hated.
The one they loved.
The wedding dress your grandma gave you. She said she would give
it to you only when you would find Mr Right. Poor sweet Grandma. He
fooled you too. The photo album. Lips smiling. Eyes crying. The
cemetery. Your ghost comes here every night. You can’t accept that
you died without having lived.
Mary Papas is in love with the written word ever since she was a kid. Books were always her best friends, sometimes her only friends. She likes to read many books simultaneously while drinking coffee and eating croissants. When she falls deeply in love with a book, she stays up all night to finish it. You can find more of her books here.
