It may not look like much...

But today I went back to my childhood home and knocked on the door. The grandma opened the door and the two little girls who moved in after we left were there. They were about 10 and 8, the same age gap as my sister and I.

They graciously let me look around, and when I went into what was my bedroom, and was now the older girl's room, I asked her if she'd found my message. She shook her head no.

I got down on my knees and looked quickly at the underside of the bottom shelf of the wardrobe. It was still there. I showed the little girl and she crawled under and read it aloud.

"Once upon a time, two little girls lived in this house called Claire and Louise. This room belonged to Claire and it was yellow with one purple wall. She was very happy here. Two little girls moved into this house after we left. What's your story?"

The eldest girl asked the younger sister if she had a message in her wardrobe from my sister. She nodded. She found it a while back but kept it as her secret.