The wooden rocker was beautiful to look at.

When I was told my aunt had passed away, I was sad.

I didn’t know my aunt well, but what I knew of her was that she was very nice and was always smiling. Although I was younger when I last saw her, I remembered how she laughed with me, and taught me how to do somersaults. I was shocked when mom told me she had left something to me in her will. I couldn’t understand why she would leave me something. When I got to her house three days later, I saw the rocking chair. I remembered sitting in that rocker and singing with Aunt May. She would tell me wonderful stories, and I would rock until I fell asleep. I wondered what they were going to do with the rocker, and I soon found out. The wooden rocker was beautiful, and all I could do was look at it. Memories flooded back and I not only remembered rocking for hours, but running my fingers over the flowers that were engraved in the wood. Aunt May told me her grandfather made the wooden rocker, and she had it in her house for decades. I told her that someday I would like to have a rocker so I could share her stories with my children and grandchildren. She must have remembered me saying that, because I was now the proud owner of the wooden rocking chair. Every time I looked at the wooden rocking chair, I had to smile. There was a lot of love in the old wooden rocker, and it was beautiful to look at. I sent a prayer of thanks to the universe, hoping Aunt May would hear me.
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