Once my girlfriend told me that she used to have a book of fairytales in her childhood and that her mom used to read her. The book was from the ’50s and quite old, but my girlfriend loved it. She even found its photos on the internet and showed them to me.
She left her book in another country when she was moving away. I found out where I could buy the book and gifted it to her. It was the first time in my life that I saw a person cry out of happiness.
Turns out I found the very book she had during her childhood — it even had her mom’s signature inside.