Box
“Eli and I are getting married!” the young woman said excitedly. “We’ll always be together.”
“‘Always’ is a long time, Liesl,” her great-grandfather gently chided. “They say that with modern medicine you might reach my age, and have another century still. You can forget a lot in that time.”
“Eli says we should never—”
“He's right,” he said shortly. After a while, he stood and reached down from a high shelf an ornamental wooden box. He held it for a moment, considering.
“I want you to have this,” he said at last. “It’s glued shut, so it won’t be opened on a whim. But one day, long after I’m gone, you must open it.”
And one day, she did.
In many countries, today is Holocaust Memorial Day.
