WHAT’S THE STORY?

I slowly climbed up the stairs to the attic.  I walked to the box and opened it.  There it was, tears hit my eyes and rolled down my cheeks.  My Great Nan’s treasure chest.

The purple and blue polka dotted chest stood faded, chipped and broken.  One drawer was missing.  It was still beautiful.

I suddenly remembered her giving it to me just before she died.  I looked in one of the drawers and saw Great Nan’s ring that Great Poppa had given her just before he went to war.  Great Nan and Poppa died that same year.

Grace O’Sullivan