The Yellow Box

Am I just crazy or what? I always like to go to the attic and check something valuable there.

I always check the boxes that were hidden in the barrels in our attic. But I just see old books, old pictures, antique arts and more boring things in the past.

I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Griffith. A girl who likes to go to the bar and drink alcohol just to forget the bad things that happened to me. I'm abused by my father but luckily I was rescued and was put in an orphanage. 

'An orphan girl? Yes, I am

Until one day, I'm cleaning the bathroom when Mrs.Crallis calls me and said that a rich family wants to adopt me. I got excited about it because no one will abuse me anymore and I will have a good family that will treat me like a princess.

“Oh, she's the girl? She looks beautiful. What's your name baby?” Victoria asked.

“I'm Griffith, nice to meet you, madam!” I gladly said.

She touched my hair and then hold my hand. Victoria arranged the papers and finally, I'm adopted. 

I can say that they actually treat me like a princess. They give me whatever I want. They take care of me.

'But, I'm not happy about it

You know, there's still a lost piece in my heart. Even I'm in a good family now. I'm still not happy, that's why I drink alcohol and more. Just to find the lost piece in my heart.

Then, the summer came. My mom, Victoria wanted me to come to the UK for a vacation. I refused to go but she said it's for me. Even I don't want to go, I go. 

Now, I'm here. Checking out the attic. When I saw a yellow box. I know, It's not catchy but it caught my eye. 

“What is this? C-can I check it?”

I carried out the box and put it in the guest room where I was staying. 

“No, Griffith. Don't open it,” I said to myself.

But, in the end. I opened it and I was surprised. It was an album, a baby album. I checked it and I was amazed by the cute pictures of a baby girl.

There's more, there are some cute baby dresses and a letter. 

I'm a naughty girl, so I open the letter and read it. 

“For my daughter, Griffith. I don't know how to write a letter but I just want to say that I love you. I want to hug you, kiss you, take care of you but I can't. I'm in the prison, I know you will not read this because I hide this in a barrel. But in case that you read this. Just always remember that I love you take care of yourself and see you soon! 

From your mom, Ginnette”

Tears start to fall into my eyes. My mom didn't forget me, I thought she was dead but she's not!

I hope, I can see my mom soon.