I went into my mom’s warehouse... and remembered a story I had heard before from a friend.

They lived in my mom’s house. And her mother, then a long-time grandmother, but rather cheerful, once said that she needed another closet, because her clothes don’t fit in the ones she has.
Her daughter, (who told me this story), put her mother's closets, and put them in a bunch of dresses, costumes, sweaters, cuddles of the 60s and 70s, which my mom will definitely not wear anymore. Crime there all kinds, tricotine, crystal...

The daughter tied it all into a node, with the intention of throwing it out. Her mother looked at her actions with disapproval and said, “Don’t throw it away! Behind this costume, do you know how much I was in the line? This dress was bought by my dad during the holidays. And in this cottage I took you to first class for the first time... And that... And that...”
The daughter put everything in a bag and took it to the bag – the private sector’s benefit.
years have passed. Her mother disappeared one day.
After a while she opened her mother’s closet again, and there below, under the coats and coat, was the same bag that her mother, therefore, brought back from the shell.

There is a note attached to the bag: “Don’t throw it away.”