The Wild Robot

chapter 11

The little box
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I was smiling like an idiot as soon as I opened dad's closet.

It was after 15 years I get to see dad's closet.........

When the gates opened a smell which seems to be someone's sent attacked my nostrils.

I closed my eyes and sighed before inhaling it more.

"Dad?" I whispered inhaling the sent more.

I missed it, dad's sent it's like 15 years since I didn't inhaled his sent.

The sent is not helping much but was helping in recalling all the memories which were trapped in my mind.

"if mum is here she would have killed me " I chuckled to myself like a dumbass recalling all the memories.

"Ok I need to stop" I said to myself before laying my eyes on the wooden closet.

I stared at the things which were in there with sunlight directly hitting my eyes making it difficult to open them.

The first thing I spotted was his clothes and suits.

I was shocked that they still hold his sent even though they were locked for years.

With a small smile I touched the silky suits before pushing them aside to find what I was looking for hours.

It took me a whole 5 minutes to do that and that's when sun's light layed on a box which gave out shafts of light with a white coat under it.

My eyes widen, I gulped the lump present in my throat before taking it out with my trembling hands.

I instantly ran towards the picture to make sure that the box which i was holding was the box that I need.

And.....

"YES!!!!!!!!!"

I screamed from the top of my lungs in happiness after finding the similarities of the box in the picture with the box I was holding.

But the box was now dusty and rust was also slowly taking over the metals that it had including the lock.

With a huge smile I seated down on the bed before opening my left grip.

There was the small key.

The expression on my face changed from happiness to nervousness at the thought of what I will find in this box.

I tried to calm myself by taking deep breaths before inserting the key with my trembling hands.

And just like each and every lock it required strength to turn it.

A groan escaped my lips as I applied more and more power for it to twist with my face slowly turning red.

"what is wrong with this!?" I growled and questioned when the key didn't even flinched from its position.