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Nothing explained Hannah.
My back ached from hunching over boxes.
I was about to give up when I saw a smaller box shoved in the far corner.
It was sealed with yellowed tape.
On the side, in my mother’s faded handwriting, was one date:
1974.
The year I was born.
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