Growing up, every year on my birthday, my grandma would give me an old postcard.

While sorting through old boxes, I stumbled across a small glass jar labeled “For You.” Inside were the 17 postcards my grandma had given me.

I smiled nostalgically, but when I turned over the first card, my smile froze. There was a handwritten note on the back — and it wasn’t just a birthday message. It was a clue.

One by one, I flipped through the postcards, each revealing part of a hidden story.

The final postcard had an address and a key taped to it, which led me to a small storage unit. Inside was a wooden box filled with my grandma’s keepsakes —

her diary, family photos, and a savings account book she had secretly opened for me. Along with these treasures was a heartfelt letter reminding me that love is built

over time, piece by piece. Through tears, I realized those postcards were never just gifts but lessons and memories.

That day, I vowed to live a life that honored her love and pass it on to my own children.