

“Hey, where are you going?” asked his mother. “I
need some help.”
“I’m going to my room. I’ll help later - maybe.”
He was shocked by his mother’s decision. He sat on his bed and stared at the
wall, remembering his grandma sitting in her wheelchair beside the what-not
shelf. He remembered the times he sat beside her while she read stories to
him. He saw her warm, loving smile and caring eyes and he heard her soft
voice as she helped him with his spelling lessons. They played games
and worked puzzles together and sometimes just sat and talked.
Paul had never thought much about this shelf when
Grandma was living, but now that she was gone, it was the one thing that
seemed precious and comforting to him. Tears welled up in his eyes as
memories of Grandma kept pouring in.
I wish I had $200, I’d buy that shelf, thought Paul.
That evening Paul helped carry things to the garage,
including the antique what-not shelf. Paul rearranged the furniture
pieces so that the shelf was hidden from view.
“I hope no one likes Grandma’s shelf,” said Paul sadly.
“Paul, this shelf is a real antique. It’s worth a
lot of money,” said his dad. “You don’t realize how valuable it is.”
“I do - You and Mom don’t! It’s valuable to me,” said
Paul as he marched back into the house. Paul could hear his parents
talking in the garage.
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