new strange good
The other day I reached the kitchen for some jelly,and there it was.Sitting all  alone  on the far side of the shelf was a small jar.The lid was rusty.As I picked up the jar,I suddenly realized something that I had  failed  to see earlier.Yes,this was the  last  jar we would ever have from the patient,  loving  hands of my motherinlaw.It seemed like such a  [MASK]  thing,and most days it was something that was taken for granted.But today it seemed a valuable  treasure  .I put the jelly back on the shelf.