Junk or memories?

Cleaning under the bed,
Cleaning in the closet,
Cleaning out the desk,
Washing almost everything.

You find the note from the 7th grade from your very 1st boyfriend.
The one that is littered with hearts and the names “Katie” and “Ryan”,
The one that’s simply signed with “P.S. I love you.”

After that, you find a baby picture where you look like an Eskimo,
The one picture frame you crafted when you were six,
That one stuffed animal you never left at home.
You find the picture of your older brother when he was your age,
The one picture of your younger mom kissing your chubby baby fat cheeks.

Junk or Memories?
Picture perfect memories, of course.