The box (that held my high school diploma and a dream catcher my Native American friend made for me years ago) is lost.
Mom found the box. It was mixed with her stuff.
We ascertained that because my box was half full and we were in a rush, Mom saw the half-full box and added her stuff. After more than three months of rush, chaos, and living in a state of limbo, who would remember that?
I have my high school diploma, the dream catcher my Native American friend made for me, and other treasures I could not find.
Jeanette Isabelle