The Old Coat in the Museum

There is a small museum in our town.

It is in an old building near the river.

Last Sunday, my mother took me there.

We saw many old things, like toys and letters.

But one thing made me stop.

It was a brown coat, and it looked very old.

A note said it belonged to a teacher.

She wore it for thirty years and taught many children.

My mother said her grandmother had a coat like that.

We stood there for a long time.

Museums keep our stories safe, even when we forget them.