A picture tells a story

Traveling through old ghost town of Shasta CA and I noticed this old Mason's lodge, built in 1856 and used every since. This bag caught my eye. A full size suitcase, out in the middle of no where. Uhm..... I told myself, I should at least check for Identification then help get it returned. So I give it a nudge with my foot. No ticking. It appears light and fluffy. I open the top pocket and there are a pillow with clothes for a girl about Kamilla's age. No id... Well, I hope the child is better taken care of than the suitcase. I thought about all the children that go missing each year. I told myself that a loving family must have stopped to have lunch, had the suitcase down to grab a sweater and simply forgot it,

So I ate all the gummy bears I found in the side pocket. No, just joking. I left it on the porch of that Mason lodge. They meet every first Tuesday of the month, perhaps they'll know what to do with it.