Day 133: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday

This is my freewrite for the Day 133: 5 Minute Freewrite: Thursday - Prompt: the attic, hosted by @mariannewest.

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She took her time climbing up to the attic,
while carrying the weight of her past.
She had thrown the boxes up there;
Never needing or wanting to see those things again.
But her time on this earth was ending,
And she didn’t want her family to know.
They would never think of her the way they did now.
They would never look at her the same again.
Why she kept such memories alive in the box she didn’t know.
It wasn’t her proudest moments.
She never wished to relive the memories,
But still could not part with them.
She didn’t think about him either.
He was part of someone else’s life.
Someone she had not been for a long time.
And he wouldn’t have wanted her to regret anything.
He would have wanted her to treasure every photo, every trinket.
But her family wouldn’t understand that.
Because they sold her when she was young.
She was given as a gift.
For two families to gain wealth and power.
It was her secret.
But if she didn’t destroy the box now,
she’d forever be erased from her family’s memory.
They would never speak her name.
Unless it was to warn others of how not to behave.