Box

A young woman walk into the studio with the most beautiful box I've ever seen. "What a beautiful box. what's inside? "I ask. The young woman held it up high and proudly said "Why thank you. I made it myself. I used the finest gems and the most exotic feathers, and the most rare of pearls."

"ummm wow, so what's inside the box? " I asked once more. It's something more beautiful and more precious then the box it's self she replied.

"My mother has one just like it. She made hers after I was born. She keeps the same thing in there." the young woman continued.

My curiosity was taking over me. "What is in the box?" I asked again, this time with a little more force on my voice.

She blinked slowly, at least four times and said "I 'm not sure, it's been in there since I could remember."

Well, then How do you know what it looks like, or that's it's beautiful? I asked

"Because I've seen it. I was the one who put it in the box therefore it wasn't get used, torn, broken or worst yet stolen"said the young woman's mother.

I was startled and proceeded to walk away. But then turned around and ask .."How do you know it's still in there."


The mother looked concern. She and her daughter have been carrying these boxes for years. She never thought of someone stealing the items then leaving the box.

Maybe we should check, I suggested with a bit of guilt for my chance to profit.


The mother immediately opened her box.

Three woman stood there, staring at ashes and dust......


What is it? the daughter asked


It's my heart said the Mother


I think someone stole it after all.


The daughter and I looked at each other. With much protest from her Mother, the daughter pop open her box and said. Here Mom take mine.