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Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Memory Box (100 words)
“Can I play with the shoe? My dolly could wear it,” Trina said.
“No,” her mother said. “These aren’t toys.”
“What about this little bowl? I could use it in my playhouse.”
“These aren’t toys you can play with.”
“What are they for then?” Trina asked.
“They’re here to admire. They’re memories,” her mother smiled.
“What about this medicine bottle?”
“Oh, that’s where that’s been. I guess someone didn’t remember where it belongs,” her mother sighed.
“What kind of memory is that? To not remember?”
“Exactly,” her mother nodded. “This is why we have a memory box. We want to never forget.”