My hero? My mother.
My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was in 5th grade. She passed away a year later when I was in 6th grade, I was 11 years old. I'm now a 14 year-old, going to be a freshman, and I look back on how strong she was, even when she was bedridden. She always managed to smile when I would talk to her in her bed.
She managed to eat a little something, even though her body was shutting down, and all through this she praised God.
It was extremely difficult for me to figure out what to do.
Then I thought, well when I grow up and start a family, my children will not get to see their wonderful Grandma, so I decided to make this little number. For now, I can use it and look back on all the good times we had.
Front of Box:
Sides of Box:
Back of Box:
Top of Box:
Box with treasures:
2 personal letters:
French Silk Recipe: