After the funeral, they went back to the house to finish clearing through their mother’s belongings. It was not an easy task. But it was a task to help keep the mind distracted.
Yet, everwhere she looked she found a new set of souvenirs bunched together. Her mother had been a collector of memories. And, she kept every gift and every scrap of paper that reminded her how lucky she had been in life.
Sure, life had bern extremely hard. But she made so that her daughters could reach higher and they did. Thus, every step of their paths were bottled up as souvenirs of a life lived for the love of others. And, this just brought tears to everyone’s eyes. If only those could be bottled up as well.