Inside were recipes, yes, but also handwritten notes, old photographs, and even small envelopes with keepsakes. Each card carried a memory, a piece of history, and a message of love.
Suddenly, it became clear: this box was more than just recipes. It was a treasure chest of my grandmother’s life, her wisdom, and her way of passing down tradition. She trusted me to carry her legacy, not through valuables, but through memories that could be shared for generations.
