There was a camera in it, which recorded several GB of videos and photos we took together over the years.
In addition to the camera, there were also the paper cranes he folded for me in high school.
The evening dress I wore when I performed on stage in college.
The hundreds of love letters he wrote to me...
Looking at these, I still felt depressed and a little uncomfortable.
After all, Fred really cared about me in the past.
He was reluctant to miss every minute and every second of my life.
Occasionally I would tease him, “Don’t you think it’s a waste of time to remember so much?”
But he smiled and scratched my nose and said, of course not, he said he would record all of these and when we were old, we could sit in a rocking chair and read them slowly.
After flipping through them for a while, I took all these things to the yard and burned all the past without hesitation.
Time flew.
Fred had never come back.
I had been cleaning the house these days.
I stopped only after I made sure that there was no trace of me in this house.
Looking at the big “3” on the calendar.
I started to choose a birthday gift for Aunt Mandy.
In the end, I chose a jade pendant.