My heart pounded as I opened it.
Inside was a note, written in her shaky handwriting: My breath caught as I held it, feeling suddenly 18 again, too young to realize what love looked like when it wasn’t shiny or expensive.
My daughter watched me with curious eyes as I opened the envelope, and inside was a simple note: “My dear, this took me all winter to make. Every stitch has a wish for your happiness. One day you will understand the value of simple love.”
My heartbeat echoed in my ears, and the room felt still, filled with memories I had pushed away.
