When my Aunt Chiaki passed away in 2017, my mother went back to Japan to attend her sister's funeral. She brought back just a few personal belongings; mostly photographs and postcards, but was surprised to discover this letter in the bundle. It was written by me when I was seven.

For 38 years, my Aunt Chiaki had saved this letter. The paper is still so clean and crisp as if I had just written this letter yesterday. Not even a stain, though my chicken scratch sloppy handwriting certainly hasn't changed!

A handwritten letter is truly a reminder of life's simple treasures and memories with loved ones.