I buy a jigsaw puzzle at the cycle, nice size, 600 pieces, old -fashioned picture, a harbor with boats. When opening I clearly recognize the handwriting. I read … in the box. My own last name: ‘One missing piece, see cross on the front box’. For 50 cents I buy my mother’s puzzle back. Twelve years ago we cleaned up the parental home.
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