My mom found it by accident in my dad’s drawer. She was too embarrassed to ask him what it was…

because of money. It was valuable because it carried a memory.

When my father came home, my mother showed it to him.

For a second, he said nothing.

Then his face softened.

“I wondered where that went,” he said quietly.

He took it from her hands like it was something fragile. Not because the metal could break, but because the memory inside it could.

He told continue reading …