imagine ...

Imagine the year 2087. A young girl in an attic. She is sitting in front of a big chest full with old stuff. She is looking through old books and letters. On the bottom of the chest there is a little box. It's locked. Round her neck she has a necklace - with a little key on it. She slowly takes the necklace and puts it down. With the key she opens the little box ... and sighs. There's a letter in it: Yellow paper, it's definitely old. The girl looks for the date. It says: 4th june 2007. She starts reading:

"[..] I'm still young, I just got hurt and I try to forget it. But I know that one day, when I am old enough, I wouldn't want to forget but to remember it."

This letter must be from my grandmother, the girl was thinking. She was right. She smiled because somehow she knew that her grandmother was smiling too. Because what she had written in june 2007 was nonsense. But for getting this she didn't even need 80 years, she needed just one year to be able to remember and to start smiling. And I wouldn't wonder if she's still smiling.

- extract from a book -