Right after our 15-year-old daughter’s funeral, my husband insisted we get rid of her things, but while I was cleaning her room, I found a strange note: “Mom, look under the bed and you’ll understand everything.” When I looked under the bed, I saw something terrible…
Right after the funeral of our only daughter, who had just turned 15, life seemed to come to a standstill.
I remember standing by the grave, barely able to stand.
People around me were talking, offering condolences, but I could barely hear anything. All I saw was his white coffin.
After the funeral, my husband kept saying:
“We have to throw out all his stuff. They’re just memories. They’ll haunt us as long as they’re in the house.”
I couldn’t understand how she could say such things. It wasn’t just things: it was her scent, her touch, her clothes, her toys. I resisted as much as I could, but after a month, I finally gave in. I decided to clean her room, which I hadn’t been in for almost thirty days.
When I opened the door, everything felt the same. The faint scent of her perfume still lingered in the air, and a notebook lay open on the desk.
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