The old cobweb-covered trunk contained the last bit of Gramma’s stuff left to go through. Maggie blew the dust and webs from the lid and opened it. On top was a tissue-wrapped bundle, faded and brittle with age just as Gramma had been. She’d never known Gramma as anything but old.
Carefully unwrapping the package, she found a gossamer wedding veil of material lighter than a whisper. Nestled beneath was a portrait of a beautiful young girl smiling serenely on her wedding day. The twinkle in her eyes seem to say, “Hello, Maggie. I knew you’d find me one day.”