Blossoming Faith

I untied the knot and took out the contents, emptying the papers onto the floor. I sifted through them with my hand; they were all small, torn pieces. Suddenly, a piece of paper smaller than the rest—folded so many times it had become the size of a fingertip—caught my eye. I gently unfolded it until it formed a full page. It was her handwriting. I had finally found it. I wiped my eyes to clear away the tears obstructing my vision. I couldn’t wait to read it…