Pieces of Us

Six Months Before

Lottie

I was busy finally. Every spare minute was spent on this final Jar of Joy. It was my final gift. The only thing I could think of that might work.

I want her to remember the good times, like I always did.

As I worked, the light shined through my window making the glass on the jar glow. It was like a little piece of magic in my hands. I used one of my old jars from my childhood. The glitter and stickers were a little aged, so I did my best to brighten it up. I knew I didn’t have much time.

Downstairs, I hear the doorbell go and then her voice as she spoke to my mum at the door.

‘I’m here for Lottie.’

I smiled sadly. The truth was, she always was.

I’d realised it far too late.