Music and Memories - Drabble

The strains of music floating from my aunt’s music box held haunting memories of a past unknown to me. Strange that I should have such a connection with a relative I never knew. My aunty died before I was born, yet everyone noted how similar I was to her: in my looks, my way of speaking, my character. It seemed only fitting that I was given her signet ring. I twisted it on my finger, listening to the slowing notes tinkling from the music box; haunting memories of a life lost so young... a life I never got to know.