Seeing my daughter backing her car out of the driveway, I felt relieved and delighted for the triggers that I can be free of liabilities for her eventually. Her bedroom was is in chaos.Clothes were all over thrown on the bed and floor optionally and a variety of books were placed on the desk,whose drawers were full of school papers classified by year and subject.
It took me long time to tidy up her bedroom,purporting at making it into a neat and impersonal hotel bathroom.Suddenly,a marvelous envelope marked "Do not throw away"engrossed my attention.I opened it filled with old family photographs,letters and attachment notes from us to her.There are comics clipped from newspaper and magazines.Every single item in this envelope has elapsed from our hands to hers.All is her token of the childhood.
I reversed myself and placed the cloths back to where it came from.I felt my throat tighten at the sadness and tried hard to holy my tears.We and the tokens of her childhood will anticipate her,with open arms.
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