For some reason…it hurt

I’m home after two years. My room is mine again…or so I would like to believe. I open the cupboard that my Mom used to call ‘the pandora’s box’.  I feel for my treasures. I don’t find them. They have been stacked somewhere behind things that are more important.

I dig in. Stacks of old paintings and papers greet me- lifeless.

For some reason it hurt.

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