When I was a teen, my life circumstances weren't good. I wrote to an aunt asking for help for something specific. She was great & helped. End of story. This aunt lived alone, had a tidy well kept home & didn't have clutter anywhere. She has died now, 35yrs since I wrote the letter. Her house is being cleared & my letter was found in the top drawer of her bedside cabinet. The drawer wasn't crammed with stuff so as you'd forget the letter. There was only a book, a lipsalve, and eyemask & my letter in there. Now I feel shamed by the family for the contents of that letter. It was private and they shouldn't have seen it. Why did my aunt keep it? It had no relevance to our later lives. I don't understand.