Treasued Memories
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It was a week before Christmas, mum was being so unfair telling me to get the decorations from the attic, it was ice-cold up in there, I wiped the cobwebs away from my face, they were all sticking to my face, then I noticed a big wooden chest in the corner which I had never seen before covered in dust. I wiped the dust from it and opened it, it creaked as I lifted the top and what I found on top was my old jewelry box, which my Nan had given to me the day before she died, the music still plays swan lake when I lift the top, it was the most beautiful present I had ever received. I remember the day she died, I was about six or seven, mum and dad said I was too young to go to the funeral so I had to stay...


