Sunday, December 11, 2016

Vocab.


When I was nine years old and already being vulnerable my friends death, it was late July and I've lost my bestfriend he was more like a family friend. But to me he was a brother/grandfather figure he died on his birthday at the age of ninety-four in his bed. But before his death he told me that when he left, he would give me his prize possessions one of them being an antique music box that he got in Japan back in the 1950s, another a Chinese coin, an antique dagger that he got from his father during the 1920s I think and lastly he gave me this little metal toy. And I will forever cherish those gifts that I got from him because I don't have a picture of him but everytime I look at those gifts I can still recall the time when he told me that I can keep them. And to me that means a lot giving someone something you loved your whole life and handing it down to another young life meant a lot to me even though I was nine years old. And even though I kinda understand why he gave them to me I still try to elaborate more why me, why not his nephew or my mother instead he told me that I was allowed to keep them and maybe I'll pass on tha tradition and explain to the next person why I want them to pass it on.

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