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They weren\u2019t worth much money, but they were priceless to me. Because they were my dad\u2019s.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Those vintage little tie tacks in the shape of guitars, locomotives, dune buggies, anchors, and crosses. Those cufflinks fashioned from Indian-head pennies. The old coins my dad had carried with him since he was a kid. An ancient Timex watch. A collection of trinkets he gave me a few years before he passed, because he knew how much I liked them and might someday pass them on to my son.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I stored these keepsakes in a little walnut jewelry box and placed it on top of my bedroom dresser. Whenever I moved to a new place, I always packed it with care. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
But in my last move to a new home, I somehow lost the little wooden box. I don\u2019t know how it could have happened because I always packed and labeled everything meticulously. When I unpacked my stuff from the box labeled \u201cbedroom,\u201d it was not there, and I couldn\u2019t find it anywhere.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I was a little angry at myself for losing something so precious. I felt I had lost much more than a little box of trinkets and costume jewelry. I felt like I had lost a part of my dad, and a part of me as well.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Fast forward a few years to yesterday. I decided it was time to part ways with \u201cEllie,\u201d my beloved Hyundai Elantra, after purchasing a new Jeep Renegade I named \u201cRenee\u201d a few days earlier. Ellie had been my faithful auto-companion for the past 10 years, through job changes, moves, and even a divorce or two. But after a good run, I was ready to let her go to another family who I hoped would love her as much as I did. Before saying goodbye, I gave Ellie a good bath and deep clean to prepare her for sale. Sorry to see you go, Ellie, but Renee is my new ride now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I washed the exterior and inside, front to back, cleaning with my little detailing tools every part I could reach. I got to the back cargo trunk, wiped down the panels and vacuumed the liner until it looked brand new. Done!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As I reached for the back hatch to close it, I realized I had forgotten to clean the storage compartment below the cargo bay, containing the spare tire, jack, a few tools, and a first aid kit. No telling what sort of debris and gunk might be down there. I\u2019d better clean that too, in case potential buyers wanted to look.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I lifted the cover and peered in. It was dusty, but not too bad considering I had never cleaned that compartment before. As I vacuumed, I moved the tools around to gain access to all the nooks and crannies. I poked the extension wand into the furthest recess until it bumped into something hard and unyielding. I removed the wand to see what it was, but it was tucked too far in the corner to make out. I stuck the wand back into the recess and prodded to dislodge whatever was in there.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It moved a little, then a little more, slowly, gradually, until I could see the edge of a little brown wooden box peeking back at me. My missing jewelry box!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
With shaking fingers, I retrieved it from its hiding place, and I confess, a couple of tears dripped down my cheeks. I clutched the little box to my chest like I was embracing an old friend, then lifted it to my lips and gave it a kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
How it ended up in that hidden place deep in the bowels of my car, I will never know. I\u2019m 99% sure I packed it in a moving box, but there is always that tiny room for doubt. Moving day is always a chaotic event, no matter how well planned, and sometimes things get broken, lost, or misplaced.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know this, though: what was lost is now found. What was dead is now alive. A little box filled with worthless trinkets for most people. A little box filled with the most valuable treasure for me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
*****<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Based on true events, but sadly, not the happy ending in real life as in the story. I never found my little box. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
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