On her deathbed, my grandmother gave me a final task: to open a porcelain box in the attic after she was gone. I promised her I would, but life moved on, and I forgot about it—until Christmas Eve, when her words suddenly returned to me.The next morning, I hurried to the attic, found the box, and opened it. Inside was a note that led me to an old wardrobe she had always told me never to open. When I unlocked it,
I discovered gifts meant for each family member: a silk scarf for my mom, a rare book for my dad, and money for me to follow my dreams, along with her cherished collection of books.It felt like Grandma had orchestrated one last Christmas with us, even though she was gone. As I prepare for college, I realize her love and wisdom continue to guide me. Grandma’s legacy is not just in the gifts she left, but in the memories and lessons that live on in my heart. Life, she showed me, is a gift to be cherished.