bbyblueeyes

Small. Little. Doesn't seem like much but it has so much meaning. So many words can describe it yet when ever someone sees it they are speechless. That's the power it holds. The little small box. No one knows what's inside because no one has lived to see inside. Right now it's just a legend, myth, a kids tale told at bedtime. My dad is the one that told that story to me since I was little. Before I went to bed I had to have him tell me or I would refuse to sleep. Now that he is gone I haven't even thought of the story. With work and starting college I've had too much to think about anyway. Mom hasn't been the same either. She hardly talks or