But I did find tissues, hand sanitizer, lotion, cough drops, and pens and pencils. Nothing out of the ordinary.
However, when I got to the very top drawer, I found something that caught my attention. It was a beautiful journal bound in silk paisley fabric. It smelled like the pages of the old, rare books in the library. Hesitantly, I opened up the first page. A diary entry appeared to be written. I flipped through the journal some more. Several of the pages had been filled. Haphazardly, I flipped back to the first entry. Surprisingly, the first words were not “Dear Diary,â€? as I would’ve expected. Instead, in precise, charming penmanship were the words, “Dear Motherâ€?.
I prompted myself to read what it said, though I felt a twinge of nervousness.