I was half expecting the child to forget about the warehouse, but to mine and Maria's great happiness, later the next day, we heard a small knock on our door. "Come in!" I say. He peeps his head in and writes "Anyone home?" I say, "Come on in! I have something fun to do today!" He looks curious, so when he walks up to me I say, "Today were going to explore and open some of these old unopened boxes!" He writes, "First, I want to show you what was in the case yesterday" He takes out the case and opens it, revealing a beautiful, shiny black violin. "Wow. That's beautiful! Where did you get that?" I ask. He writes, "It's my great grandmothers. I inherited it." He then takes it out and plays the most gorgeous tune I have ever heard in my 34 years of living. I almost break out in tears. When he finishes, he puts down the violin and writes, "So, where do we start?" I lead him off into the warehouse to a massive stack of boxes of all shapes and sizes. "We'll start here today. We don't have to get this entire pile, I just want to see if we can find anything interesting. Let's get started!"
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Mad Max
General FictionThis is a story about a reclusive man and a mute boy who become unlikely friends who help each other in many ways.
