' The battered old chest in the attic always looked mysterious and according to grandma hadn't seen the light since the house was built. She made me promise to never go near it again. She should have known better. '
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Mum wanted me to do one thing; do what makes me happy on a long run. Yet I failed to see that until I thought I had nothing left. My past made me too blind to see what I did have, a family, a happy home.