Thunder roared and lightning flashed inside the house, everyone scattered away to their bedrooms. The storm kept getting worse but no one was budging.

In one particular room my dad stood, he wasn’t afraid of this raging storm, he was calm and collected.

Crash! A slate of wood was jolted off the wall of his bedroom. Now he was thinking.

“ Strange as this may be, and as much as I want to investigate, I can’t. But I had to see what was inside.

What lurked inside looked gold and expensive, what he unveiled next was not what he had anticipated.