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The Lucky Box

Immediately I arrived home from school; I was startled to find the unusual at our home compound. Things looked weird, and the environment was very calm. I whispered to call my pet dog Belly, but it did not show up as it used to do. I headed straight to the backyard of our compound where I stared in disbelief the dead body of my dear pet. I rushed to my small bedroom feeling exhausted after a busy day. As I laid myself on the bed, I started remembering what I experienced today, and this made me feel like this was the worst day of my life. At the morning as I crossed the main road, I was almost knocked down by a first moving vehicle. I was also embarrassed today when all the students laughed and joked at me when I was choked as I had my lunch. They joked how I was eating like a hyena and some students also blackmailed me by pouring their food on my plate and told me to ask for more if I will not be satisfied. I left all the food at the table having taken a bit of it and headed straight to the classroom. I felt rejected and lonely, but I tried as much as I could to look stronger. The day seemed to be the worst day of my life.

I started wondering what could be detrimental to this day. Deep thoughts engulfed me that I could not rest the way I intended to do. That encounter led to the memories of my late grandfather who was so dear not only to me but the entire family. When his memories came into my mind, I speedily got out of the bed and looked underneath the bed. There was a small metallic box which looked old as the hills. I pulled it closer, and it was entirely covered with dust. It seemed to have stayed for days without being used. The box contained three pebble stones. I was given the box with the three stones by my late grandfather when I was ten years old, and I remember him telling me these words, “ grandson listen carefully and attentively, this box is called a lucky box, and it contains three stones.” He further went on explaining “the stones are hereditary and it has a charm of good luck. You have to open the box and hold the stones for some seconds once in a month for your better days and memories ahead.”

I reminisced to have not opened the box for a while. The last time I could remember to have opened the box was like three months ago. I viewed this as the repercussion of my ignorance thus the reason I had a detestable day and moments today. My grandfather had told me if I stayed for too long without checking the box and performing the activity of holding the stones, something bizarre might happen. He further said to me that I might lose something dear to me if I neglect the box. I thought of the terrible thing that had just happened, losing my precious pet dog. I got perplexed how this could have happened. I had been opening the box out of fun not knowing it was of some benefit to me for all that time. I held the box gently as if I could not let it go and like it was the only thing that I had at the moment. I feared losing it thinking that another terrible something might happen.

Suddenly, my mother entered my room. She told me that she had been calling and looked for me all over and I was just here sitting on my pet holding just a box. She quickly noticed my sad face and asked me what was wrong. First I was afraid of narrating my ordeal because I thought she would criticize me because I had concealed about the box to myself for many years without disclosing to her. Later I made my mind and told her everything. She consoled with me and said she knew that my grandfather had that lucky box and it was supposed to be hereditary. The only thing she did not know is who my grandfather would leave the box to who. The box was hereditable because my grandfather was also given the lucky box by his father before he died. It was to be left with the care of the person who my grandfather cherished the most, and this made me smile since I remembered how we were great friends with my grandpa. My mother told me to do as I was told by my grandfather to avoid such incidences that just happened.

She left me in the room after comforting with me as I looked at the stones with great astonishment. I cleaned the box and decided to put it well under intensive care after realizing it can bring misfortunes if unhandled. However, I was happy because it led to the great memories we shared with my grandfather and having realized he was that dear to me. I kept the box where I would see it daily for my lucky days ahead. That day I retired to bed having realized that material objects can connect us to memories of our past and the lives of loved ones, and we often cherish them because they remind of someone famous, make us feel nostalgic about our childhood, or are a necessary part of a family tradition.