By Uma Hamzic
I found your purse a year after you died. The hand-stitching was unraveling from the pockets you added, scraps of fabric from a cornflower dress I ripped racing down the stairs. Inside: packs of tissues and caramel candies for the grubby grandchildren playing in your strawberry fields. Bobby pins, ones that didn’t hurt your snow-capped scalp. A handful of loose change, folded into receipts, purchases of fat-free milk and diabetic sugar tablets for your coffee. A dog-eared photo of us at my graduation, matching lipstick kisses. All that’s left of you, red stains that had once been on my wet cheeks.
Very sad
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Bittersweet memories…
And each are lovely in their own way! Thank you for reading!
That’s one of the best 101s I’ve read. So much in so few words. Wonderful.
Thank you so much. This made my day.
All we can ask is that we will be remembered with love. In that way this is not a sad story.
This is such a profound way of seeing it. Thank you for sharing and for reading
Lovely.
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A life story in a purse. Brilliant. Loved it.
I’m glad you liked it—thank you for reading!
Lovely story, Uma!
Thank you so much!
A really thoughtful piece, lots of lovely detail.
Thank you for reading and for your lovely comment 🙂
So touching and beautiful! Reminds me of my Grandmother’s purse. Thank you.
No, thank you! This was originally inspired after finding my grandmother’s purse with candy still inside it. The story evolved, but I’m glad it found someone with the same event <3