The Biscuit Tin My Grandmother Kept, and the Truth I Learned Much Later

Taped neatly to the inside bottom—hidden beneath layers of fabric scraps—was an envelope.

My hands stilled.
I peeled the tape away slowly, my chest tightening as I unfolded a note written in Grandma’s unmistakable handwriting. Inside the envelope were a few old photographs, some carefully folded bills, and a pressed flower so fragile it nearly crumbled between my fingers.Chemistry

The note explained everything.