I have found myself in that old attic; it felt so warm and cold in the same time. All my feelings were in a swirl of an unknown direction. I observed the mold and the dusty walls that took a strange shape. I remember the smell.. it smelled like my grandmother’s perfume, like cinnamon. In the back, away from the entry, were lots of things, but the only object that had my attention was an old trunk. When I opened it, black and white pictures were staring right back at me. All of my family since the beginning was forgotten up there, in that beautiful but old case. On the right side was my mother’s wedding dress… the light that came through the small rounded window made it look so special… suddenly I felt safe, I was home.
