I saw my neighbour, Mrs Cartwright, digging quickly in her yard while I was folding laundry by the window. She was no longer as calm as normal; she seemed rushed, and I couldn’t help but worry. As I looked on, she suddenly fell down, and I ran to help her.
I saw a wooden box half buried in the hole she had been digging as I helped her get up. The look in Mrs. Cartwright’s eyes showed that she was both excited and tired as she reached for the box. We found a treasure chest full of letters, photos, and a beautiful locket when I helped her open it.
As we sat there, Mrs. Cartwright told me about how her husband, Robert, had hidden the box sixty years ago, right before he went to war. He told his family how much he loved them and what he hoped for them in letters. The locket, which held a small picture of the couple, was a sign of how much they loved each other.
I learnt that Mrs. Cartwright’s family had not talked to each other in a long time as we read the letters. Things got really interesting when we showed them the letters and pictures, though. They started to talk to each other again and shared stories and memories of their lost loved one.
The family got together at Mrs. Cartwright’s house to read the letters. As they did so, they felt like they were back in time. They cried, laughed, and talked about the good times. It had been passed down through generations, and the locket became a sign of their renewed love for each other.
I saw that this wasn’t just a family get-together as I watched. It showed how strong love and forgiveness can be. Love was left behind by Mrs. Cartwright’s husband, and it brought his family back together.
I felt amazed and amazed as I walked back to my house that night. A prize that had been buried for sixty years had been found by me. But what was more important was that I saw how love and forgiveness could heal and bring a family back together.
