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There was always this box in my father’s grandparent’s house, this box was always in my grandfather’s room. Since I have memory it was always there and always locked, when I was a kid and I was playing with my cousins we tried to open that box many times in many ways, and it never opened, it had this very old lock and we wondered how long this box was locked, we asked our parents and they didn’t remember, we always asked them to open it and they always answered that someday they will. We spent hours and hours imaging the things that could be inside, maybe something horrible that should be locked, maybe a corpse, anyway that box were always there in many celebrations, birthdates and sometimes it drove me crazy wondering what this box had inside, I used to imagined that it kept a big family secret that just my grandparents knew and it must be that way. The time was passing and we stopped imagining what things could be inside the box, we just forget that box. That “some day” that our parents told us never came in years almost 10 or 12 years until the day came, My grandmother decided to open the box (I can’t remember why) and all the cousins were there watching how our grandmother was opening the box and then she failed opening it, the lock was so old that the key broke while opening, so an uncle came with a saw and broke the lock. That mystery box was finally opened, after many years of imagining thins and situations with my cousins, after many celebrations and birthdates, it was finally opened. What the box contained was old things, many old things, ancient bills and coins, papers, photos of my grand-grand father and there was a gun that looked like the cowboys movies, there were also clothes even shoes. I felt like a big mystery was solved, like if a part of my life was completed but then I realized that I would have preferred to kept that box locked and keep mystery of the box.