Rewriting My Heart's Fate

These letters felt like my mother's murmurs to me that had transcended time and space, giving me warmth and strength that I had never known before.

I realized that I wasn't in this battle alone. My mother's spirit had always been by my side, guiding me forward.

After I had wiped away my tears, and my vision was no longer blurry, I rummaged through the contents of the contents of the metal box to look for more clues, and I found them.

I was surprised to find a receipt for a pledged item with clear writing on it in the box. I headed to the address written on the receipt and found myself in an art gallery.

I didn't expect to be led to a place that was also an art gallery, and for it to still be in business after so many years was definitely good news to me.

All of my questions might be able to be resolved today.

"I want to meet with the owner here, please. I'd like to ask if they still remember this receipt." I handed the yellowed receipt to the front desk.

Her gaze lingered on the receipt for a while, looking curious yet with a hint of nostalgia. She replied softly, "Please give me a moment, I'll check."

wore a simple but classy button-down shirt. His eyes held a discerning yet penetrating stare of an artist. He took over the receipt and looked at it closely. He then had a look of realization

receipt is pretty dated indeed. Are you... the artist's next of

nodded. An unexplainable excitement arose

for clues that would point me to her for all these years. I stumbled upon this receipt and

what I had said and his expression softened. He gestured for me to follow him

of drawings hung in that office. Each one of them seemed

by Hilda's passing all those years ago, but a few of the drawings that she sold are still

Monroe. She didn't

late Marilyn Monroe, she was called Hilda

My heart started racing like I had discovered a

as

course. Ms,

Her art was filled with a deep emotional and soulful depth and

piece of art and caressed its mantle. He continued, "This was one of Hilda's