The Glass Jar
Stephanie reached for the empty glass jar on the shelf in the kitchen. She had promised her mother, Elaine, a year ago that she would take care of it. Why would she want me to take care of this worthless hunk of glass, Stephanie thought. She walked into the living room, caressing the sofa she and her cousins spent many Saturdays jumping on, while watching cartoons. She was on her way upstairs to take one last look at the bedroom she slept in for eighteen years. As she took her first step up the...