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I recognized it immediately.
« OH MY GOD. »
Mom leaned forward.
« What? »
« Grandma’s sewing box. »
When I was a child, that box lived beside her chair.
Buttons in one compartment.
NEEDLES IN ANOTHER.
Spools of thread arranged by color.
And always, at the very bottom, wrapped in brown paper, something I was never allowed to touch.
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