The day I found the trunk changed my life. I visited my parantes, and my mother sent me to the attic to get the rocking chair they put there a few years ago. I took the chance to look over all the old junk, and between my sister's old magazines and my school uniform I found the box. it was about two feet high, preety wide, and looked very old. it also had a huge rusty lock. I asked my mother what it was, and she didn't know. However she said she probably had the key somewhere.

we looked all afternoon, and finally found it in the box under the sink. When I opened the trunk I found it was filled with grandma's old feelings. They were preety old, and awfully thin, and only the sadnes for grandpa's death had enough strength to try and escape. Anyway, grandma died two years ago, so it didn't matter anymore. I turned them loose in the garden, and they really didn't know what to do with themselves. I shushed them away and they limped slowly into the sunset.

Now with the box empty, I put inside everything I felt about jeniffer, quickly closed the lid, and took the key with me. since then every visit at home turns into an excuse to go up to the attic. The trunk gets heavier, and I leave with a lighter heart. My only problem is with mother. She says the noise they make in the attic is driving her insane.

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