Packing away the past
Returning to our apartment meant facing the reminders of the wedding planning process. Personalized gifts for my bridesmaids and parents sat on the dining table.
I couldn’t bear to look at the engraved items meant for people who didn’t care. Francis brought out a large cardboard box and helped me clear the table.
We packed away the gifts intended for my sister and parents, sealing the box with tape. It felt like I was packing away a part of my past.