I swallowed thickly as I looked in to the second suitcase. There were a few items at the bottom of the second suitcase, one of which was my phone. The notebook with only three pages used was also laying at the bottom, along with some pens. The notebook had a small white paper peeking out of it, as if someone left it there for me to see.There were also a few charms and necklaces, ones' I have never been able to wear. Even if I do force myself to wear one, it was always hidden under the scarf of the day.My phone, the notebook and the pens were not the ones' that made me freeze though. It was the picture frame that held the one precious photo I've ever owned.The only family picture we took laid at the bottom of my suitcase, staring up at me. It was the first and last time our family took a picture.My father Custo, my mother Julia, My older brother Eliot, my twin sister Elizabeth, my grandfather Alber and myself all looked like a one big family. Even though I was the only one smili
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