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Every Sunday I would go to my grandparents’ house, I would stare at every move and always be calm. I admired my family and what they did, I loved following my grandmother and learn about what she did; sewing, knitting, cooking, etc. but I never understood where she took the jewels from when she went into her room. Once I followed her in and for the first time I realized that little fragile box I could never stop myself from questioning what it was. I was just a little kid when I discovered it. I was not sure of what it was but always made me curious. I used to sit in front of it watching her open and close it. Every time my grandma took something from that little box she turned pretty but the most fascinating part of it was that every time the lid was up something that seemed magical sounded a melodious tone, sweet and calm came out. I knew it was just a song but it was that sound of me being with my grandma in her room just admiring what she did, how she did it and who she was. Through the years I realized it was a jewelry box and her favorite and most precious gems were in it. One day I dared to ask her about it, she told me it was a gem box and that a very woman has to have one at some point in their lives, she told me it was a gift her grandma had given her and that if I was a good kid it would someday be mine. Maybe it’s just a little box with no meaning to many, but to me it’s a bond between this special person and me. That old and little wooden box with gold details on the top, makes me wonder how she once was so amazed by it, how a girl curious about a box could become someone like her. It made me wonder if someday I would grow up to be just like her. The pretty, refined and amazing woman that my grandma is. I still go to her house every weekend and when I have the chance I take a look at that old wooden fragile little box and think about all the history that’s behind it and about how someday, it will be mine.