Talen Wallenburg

The Box

The day my older brother, Thom, died I had received a box. It was about the size of my torso but rather light in weight, made of a hard, cardboard material, covered in light brown paper, with nothing but duct tape keeping it shut. Originally, I had no desire to open it. As I had just lost my best friend in the whole world, presents were the last thing on my mind. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and the box still remained untouched, resting on the floor of my closet, just out of sight. Eventually I had no memory it was even there.