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dropped her fork.

Mom’s eyes filled with tears.

“She made this before she passed away,” Mom whispered. “She asked me to keep it safe until today.”

For years, Mom had never opened it.

Not once.

Neither of us spoke.

Finally, with trembling hands, I lifted the lid.

Inside were three bundles tied with faded purple ribbon.

One had my name.

One had Leila’s.

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