“My dearest family,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. “Thank you for being here with us today. There’s something I need to share with your father, but first, I want all of you to know how much I love you.”
After sharing her love and blessings with her family, Clara turned to Jules, her eyes locking onto his. “Now, my love, it’s time for you to see what’s in that box.”
With the help of their grandson, Jules made his way to the attic. The air was musty, filled with the scent of old books and memories. As he reached the third beam at the back left, he found the small wooden box Clara had mentioned. His hands trembled as he opened it, revealing a stack of letters tied with a ribbon and a faded photograph.
The letters were written in Clara’s handwriting, each one filled with heartfelt words of love, gratitude, and memories of their life together. The photograph was of them on their wedding day, young and full of hope, their smiles bright and full of promise.
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