You walk to the box. Of course, the jewels aren't real. They're plastic, and glued on with the precision of a six year old. You are the one who crafted the design, all the way back in second grade. Inside are various trinkets- an old pair of pearl earrings, a red ruby ring, and an emerald necklace. Several bracelets are carved from gold. You shuffle through the precious gems, wondering why your Grandmother put such expensive items inside your unpolished art project. Under some foregign coins, there is a note that reads-

"To my dearest Mau,

I have loved you far before we met.

I will love you long after I die.

Time is not against us- it works for us.

So in between the moments were we have not met, or are yet to meet again,

I hope the warmth of my love will comfort you in the dark seconds that pass.

Love,

Iwiw.

12-21-1998"

You clench your teeth in an attempt not to cry. Mau was your Grandfather's nickname for your Grandmother, and Iwiw was his. You almost forgot how affectionately they said those words to each other.

You remove the note from the box, and tuck it into your pocket. Maybe your Grandmother will enjoy hearing this.

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