I was moving out of my parents' house, and my days were full of packing, cleaning, and saying goodbye to small things. I felt excited about starting a new part of my life, but I also felt a quiet sadness. Every box I filled made my room look more empty. I touched old books, clothes, and small objects, and each one brought back a memory. Some memories made me smile, and others made me stop for a moment before putting the item into a box. One afternoon, I started cleaning the last shelf in my room. It was full of notebooks, school papers, and things I didn't use anymore. I opened a small box at the back of the shelf and found an old photo inside. When I saw it, I stopped cleaning and sat down on the floor. In…