A memory

Once upon a time when I was a little girl I kept pasta in a jar with little black buttons. At times I would eat one or two pieces of the pasta to see if it was still good and it was. Years went by and I kept the jar of pasta and buttons in my room. I would never ever let my mother cook the pasta because then the jar would only be filled with little black buttons. This morning I began to wonder "Why did I keep that jar?" to this day I still can't make myself empty the jar because it contains a little bit of my hapiness from being a child. Emptying it would be like burning my childhood memories.

-Just Jane


"An effort made for the happiness of others lifts us above ourselves."
-Lydia M. Child