Amelia decided what to do with Grace’s broken violin at eight.
Not repair.
Not display.
A luthier used part of the maple back to make a small music-box lid.
The rest remained stored.
When the box opened, it played the lullaby Grace loved.
Was that sentimental?
Absolutely.
Allowed.
Amelia kept pencils inside it.
That helped.
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