nancyda
He was given the box as a young boy, but never really knew what to do with it, nor what it meant. Now, on the day that his father died, he held the box tightly in his hands. The warm yellow wood seemed to calm him. He opened it and searched through the contents. His eyes filled with tears, as the contents of the box became clear to him.
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