I couldn't stay asleep this morning, so I decided, instead of fighting sleep, I might as well just wake up. So I got up and figured that since I was up, I should do something productive and started cleaning the bathroom. Among going through the cabinets, I happened to stumble across a baggie of her hairpins. They were light bronze, just like her hair and I remember how she would put them in. I started sobbing instantly when I held them.

Something so stupid as hairpins and they still make me sob like a little baby. And what's worse is, now I don't know what to do with them. I wrapped them up and threw them back into the closet because I couldn't force myself to throw them out. Truly hopeless.