Family Laughed At Him For Inheriting Storage Unit, But Then They Looked Inside

Michael’s mocking

Underneath the chest was a stack of boxes labeled in my father’s handwriting. They were cryptic labels, things like “Memories,” “Beginnings,” and “Arthur’s.” My siblings snorted when they saw that last one. “A box just for you, huh? Probably filled with old socks,” Michael joked, but I felt a tremor of excitement. I knew that my father had left this for me to find.