Snooping around my great grandparents' house that my grandma has basically turned into a storage unit.
Opening a random closet, finding a box on the highest shelf, and opening it to find it full of letters written by my mom and my aunts while they were away at college.
Reading my mom's thoughts as a young adult. Seeing how her handwriting has evolved. Thumbing through her pretty stationary. That brings me joy.
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