The Heirloom

I was taking a lovely winter stroll. Snow was starting to fall and I knew I had to get home. No one was there and the falling snow looked so beautiful in the fading light. It was peaceful, until I saw a strange silhouette in the distance. My cursed curiosity got the best of me and I decided to get a closer look. It was a Bernese mountain dog. It was whimpering and shivering. It looked like she was hurt. She noticed me and then started trotting away. I decided to follow her. We stopped in front of a lake that had been frozen over. The dog ran behind a tree and dragged something back in front of me. It was a golden brooch. The brooch was a beautiful flower with a turquoise jewel in the center of it. It looked so familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I took off towards the house and stopped when I realized the dog was following me. It was still whimpering and I thought maybe I should take her with me to my house and call a vet and see if they can do anything for the dog.

We got into the house and shook off the snow that was on us. “Honey, where did you get that dog,” asked my father. “I found her wandering outside in the woods. She seemed hurt can she stay with us until we find her and owner?”

“Fine. What do you have in your hands?”

“It’s this golden brooch the dog had found in the woods. It looked really familiar. Do you recognize it?” My father looked at brooch and started to get teary-eyed. He was almost at the point of crying until he said, “Yes I do recognize it. This was your mother’s favorite brooch. Apparently it was a family heirloom. She loved it so much and wanted to give it to you when you were old enough, but then she died. I think you should have it. Keep it safe.” I didn’t know what to say. I was so shocked, “I’ll protect it with my life.” Then we embraced in a hug.

Later that night I brought the brooch up to my room. I opened my closet door and pulled back all of my clothes. Behind them was a secret door. That’s where I kept all of my prized possessions. I have my first place trophies, my father’s first camera and the last gift my mother gave me before she died. It was a small little teddy bear that I loved so much. I put the brooch inside that little room and closed the door.

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