Box

Amongst her mother's possessions, she found an old jewelry box. It was a small, greenish wooden box with ancient carvings on its sides and lid. A tiny lock kept its content secure from the eyes of others. Lilly rumbled through the drawer but couldn't find the key. Then she remembered that her mother used to wear a necklace with a key. Could it fit? They run downstairs and turned the hospital bag upside down. Its contents spilled all over the coffee table and some on the floor. She quickly skimmed through the items until she found what she was looking for. A small silver necklace with an odd-looking key at the end of it. She took the key with the necklace and hurried upstairs. The box was still there, waiting on the dusty table. Carefully she put the key in the lock and had a wave of excitement rolling over her when it fit. She turned the key and felt more than heard the soft click. The lock slid out of its place. Breathless she carefully opened the lid and what she found inside was a small, handwritten letter addressed to her mother.