Everything around Clover seemed to be still. Her multi colored staring at the passing clouds above, her long green hair covering bits of her face. Clover cam to this area not to relax but to remember. The bench she sat at was her favorite place. It sat just under a large oak trees. It provided the perfect shade. At Clovers lap sat a carved box that was gifted Clover by her late father. She held on to it tightly debating to opening it. Why was she so hesitant to open it? Clover was to worried on how she would feel if she did. With a rather deep sigh her colored eyes shifted from the sky back to the box. This was meant for her. Clover couldn't ignore that. With a quick little flick it sprung open. Inside the box held a few small items that belonged to her father, two photos, a scroll of some kind and an object that was hidden in a felt bag. First she looked at the photos. The girl bit her lip as she started at the first one. It was a photo of her parents wedding day. There was something written on the photos corner stating ' This was the best day of my life' Then she looked at the second photo. It was an image of tiny Clover when she was born. It to stated "I was wrong, This was the best day of my life' Clover couldn't stand it anymore. She burst into tears. She knew this box would trigger her but she knew she had to know what was inside. With her body filled with emotion her, grip loosening and the right gust of wind, her baby photo soon took off into the sky. Clover started to panic and run after it but with her blurred vision she missed her step and tripped over herself falling flat on her face.