I had it taped to the ninth degree.
There was no description on the outside except Fragile
I should know better but, I ripped thru the tape and furiously started to open the box.
Then I saw it all.
The memories flooding my head of when and where I was when I packed this box.
My throat starts to close and my breathing gets heavy.
I don't pay attention to my now shaking hands as I am more concerned about something being broken or missing.
There is nothing worse to do to me but to make me remember days past with my parents.
I used to be small and my parents took me around the world even it was not very far in reality.
I use to look up to them like comic books present superheroes.
I grew up but I use to be small.
I am no longer small.
I abhor when people take their mothers for granted or as problems.
I miss my mom very much and when I opened that box I remembered why.
I fight my now shaking hands to put everything back in the box with now extra packaging.
The cowboy hats, the costume jewelry, the cake stand.
I wish I was small if just to see my mommy again.
Bears were small once too.
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