I went to my first estate sale with a good friend of mine! I was blown away by all the wonderful knick knacks. Some would have called in junk, but I thought it was necessities. That day I was wearing a very important necklace. This necklace has been around in our family for a very long time. My mom had given it to me for one of my birthday's. This was no ordinary necklace. It was a locket. Inside there is a picture of my grandma and grandpa. When I was rummaging through the box of jewelry at the estate sale, I found a locket that was very similar to the one my mother had given to me. I quickly opened it up to see who was inside... there was nobody there. I started thinking about the person who once owned this locket. Why were they not holding on to it as tightly as I was? My mind started to drift away and questions began to arise about the person that once lived in this house. Did they die? Did they move to a nursing home? Did there kids move out and they had to downsize? The unknown was uncomfortable.
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