Keeping All Her Sister’s Stuff
Alana had turned into somewhat of a keeper of memories, meticulously storing nearly every single item that once belonged to her sister. Whether tucked away in corners of her own home or kept under lock and key in a storage unit just a short walk away, each piece held a story, a fragment of a life she couldn’t let go of. It was like holding onto a tangible piece of her sister, each item a reminder, a comfort, and sometimes, a source of pain.
Alana held onto every little piece that had belonged to her sister with an unyielding grip, each item a fragile thread to the memory of the person she cherished above all. It didn’t matter how inconsequential it might seem to someone else; to her, these were sacred relics, imbued with love and loss, impossible to let go of. Every time she thought about clearing out, she’d find herself clutching these keepsakes closer, a silent vow to never forget.