The box had always been there, on top of my Mum’s wardrobe. I had asked her many times what was inside but she told me she would tell me when I was older.
One afternoon I found a small key in the garden near the washing line. It must have fallen out of her pocket. Maybe it was the one for THE BOX. Mum was out and I finally had a chance. I stood on the old kitchen stool to reach. I inserted the key and then the lock clicked and it opened.
I could not believe my eyes….