Amelia stared at the little packet in her hands. It’s brown paper corners were bent and wrinkled. The flap looked like it may come off in her fingers if she dared attempted to open it.

“Seeds.” It said, scrawled in black in in a spidery hand. An old persons handwriting she thought. Or perhaps old fashioned handwriting… The handwriting they were forced to practice in the school unit was different, more upright and round. This was kind of beautiful in it’s own scrawling way, certainly mo. . .

Amelia stared at the little packet in her hands. It’s brown paper corners were bent and wrinkled. The flap looked like it may come off in her fingers if she dared attempted to open it.

“Seeds.” It said, scrawled in black in in a spidery hand. An old persons handwriting she thought. Or perhaps old fashioned handwriting… The handwriting they were forced to practice in the school unit was different, more upright and round. This was kind of beautiful in it’s own scrawling way, certainly mo. . .