Illayda

I hug my grandparents and they wish me well. My grandfather hands me my favorite book of his, an old original of all the classic grimm's fairy tales. He’s a reader like me and used to read it to me growing up against my parents' better judgment as they are after all grim. But I loved them. He also hands me his favorite book, Treasure Island. It’s so old and worn in, I hug them both to my chest before placing them into my backpack. My grandmother gives me a jar of her special tea blend that she knows I love very well. I set that next to the books carefully. They pull me in for one final before letting me go. My dad grabs me in a tight hug and I breathe in his scent of earl gray tea for what I know will be the last time in a while. “I love you baby girl,” his voice cracks. “We will always be here, don't ever forget.” I nod into his shoulder. My mom is next, she has in her hands a small box. Opening it I found the most beautiful hairpiece. It’s white gold and made of pink diamond, the co