Part 410: Gifts From Guardians
Mia sat on her couch within her home. She stared at the key in her palm. Her soft hand trembled at the sight of it. Why now? Why did this key come back to her now? Especially when whatever magic brought her to her, here at John’s address. She knew for a fact that she put this key into her grandmother’s casket. Mia never cared to know what was in the safety deposit box. Is that why her Granny made sure she would get? Because she didn’t want it.
John slowly came over and sat down next to her. Mia looked up at John, as he husband gently wiped the tears off her cheeks. “I guess Aliens was out of the question.” He smiled.
Mia chuckled slightly. She then looked back onto the key. “I had almost lost my faith once,” she whispered, “Events like this always renew it.”
“I must admit, this has got me in a pickle.” The archer sighed, “ I don’t pretend to understand the magic that surrounds you, Mia. But it clearly exits. There is the proof.”
“But John . . . what does this mean? Why . . .why would my Granny want us to have the key?”
“I don’t know. But I think you definitely just proven one thing.”
“What?” Mia looked at him.
“This key came back to you. So whatever is in that safety deposit box . . .your grandmother wanted YOU to have it.”
Mia stared down at the key as she held it in her fingers. She remembered what bank that her grandmother used. It wouldn’t take that long to drive there. Maybe John was right. Maybe her Granny wanted her to have the contents of that box; to make her life . . .their lives extraordinary. “John?” Mia smiled, “You up for a drive into the country?”
The drive took nearly 40 minutes. John stopped at a Tastie Freeze along the way and they were helping themselves to two vanilla shakes. Mia joked that John was trying to make her fat. When he told her she already was, she nearly threw the shake in his face. The Lakota looked up ahead toward the road; seeing the hold bank which had build various extra floors on top of it. “That’s it, John,” Mia pointed up ahead.
John pulled them into the parking lot and stopped at a particular space. The couple got out of the vehicle and proceeded toward the bank. John held out his hand and his wife gently took it. Mia held onto her chest; feeling her heart pounding beyond measure. The excitement, the joy; it was almost overwhelming.
They stepped into the bank and saw various patrons going about their business. An older woman was depositing her social security check, while a nearby Mexican family were applying for a checking account. Mia then walked up to one of the tellers. “Hello, I’d like to come claim my safety deposit box.” She told her.
“What’s the number on it?” the blonde woman asked.
Mia held up the key. “801.” She told her.
“Below one thousand?” the woman took the key, “That’s the older deposit boxes. One second, I need to get you the manager.”
“Older boxes?” John asked.
“I wonder . . .how long my Granny had this box here?” Mia whispered.
The blonde woman walked over to where a balding man was sitting. She spoke with him for a brief moment, and then he stood up; proceeding back toward the couple. The moment he crossed over to Mia, he held out his hand. “Verne King.” He introduced himself, “I understand you have a deposit box key from our older district?”
“Yes,” Mia said, giving him the key.
“Follow me.” He politely said.
The older man escorted through a hallway toward a room at the end. He opened the door with another key and then walked into it; allowing Mia and John to follow. The Lakota looked around, noticing the abundance of deposit boxes in various slots; with a small amount of tarnish. The man placed the key into the box and opened it. He then tugged on the handle but stopped. “Oh, my Goodness,” he chuckled, “I remember this box now. It’s the heavy one.”
“Heavy?” Mia raised an eyebrow.
“Kind sir, could you give me a hand?”
“Yeah, sure,” John replied as he walked over toward the box.
The two men then pulled out the safety deposit box and John grunted; noticing it was heavy. They then placed it down on the nearby table. King sighed, rubbing his forehead with a hankercheif. “I’ll leave you to some privacy,” he smiled, “If you wish to remove the contents of his box, then come and get one of our representatives. They’ll have to provide the paperwork and definitely . . . . some sort of briefcase.”
“Thank you,” Mia said.
King then calmly walked out and closed the door behind them. John panted slightly and looked at his wife with an immense curious look. “What could your granny put in here that was so heavy?” he asked.
Mia didn’t know but in a few seconds she would. She took a deep breath and opened the lid on the old deposit box. The contents didn’t make any sense to her. There were a large abundance of old coins in the box. John picked up one and looked at it. He looked at it and was confused about the wording. “For King Ferdinand?” he whispered.
“Is that what the coin says?” Mia asked, looking at her own samples.
“Well, kinda. It’s in Spanish.” The archer said.
Mia shook her head, remembering he spoke Spanish because of his former friendship with the late Ramon Vega. Mia then held up one of the coins and began to rub the tarnish off of it. As she did, some of the film began to come off and the coin began to glow in the light.
The glow was a soft gold.
Mia then gulped. Coins . . . .Spanish . . .gold. It couldn’t be, but the clues were abundance. “Uh, John?” Mia stammered.
“Yeah, babe?” the archer looked to her.
“I think . . .I think these are Spanish Duploons.” Mia giggled.
“What . . .are you serious?” John looked at his coin again.
“This . . .this looks like real gold,” the Lakota laughed, “And it’s stamped for King Ferdinand, the Spanish king during the Middle Ages of Spain. And during the time of the Spanish explorers, they came to America. It would make sense that they brought gold with them.”
“Mia . . .are you saying . . .these coins are from that time frame?” John gasped.
“And my granny . . .my ancestors . . .my people kept it and carried down through the generations.”
“Oh . .my . . GOD!” John laughed, “Mia, do you have any idea how much these are worth?”
Mia smiled with a great joy. “Enough to make our lives extraordinary.” She said, remembering her grandmother’s own words to her.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Mia had contacted Hurley who had known famous coin dealers in America; due to his unusual incident with the coins in the sidewalk he once told her over dinner conversation. These dealers were able to pay her a large sum of money for the majority of it. The money was enough to set up Shelley with a college fund; buy them brand new cars and have enough money to live comfortably for quite some time. Mia had also donated a good chunk of the coins to the famous Smithsonian Museum. Then she kept a small bag of them, for Shelley. It would allow her daughter to pass them along to her own children. Even though this money would have allowed them to have a mansion or lots of land; Mia didn’t want it.
It was the simple life that made her feel extraordinary.
November 5th, 2009
Mia calmly sipped on her coffee as she sat at the kitchen table, doing a cross word puzzle. Shelley was by her side; drawing on a piece of paper with her crayons. The winds were getting colder. Mia enjoyed the Fall time. Her Granny taught her it was a time of the Mother Earth going into slumber and when she did; everybody would dream happy dreams. It was poetic and it kept Mia going through times when she had lost her faith. But being able to have a secure financial future and seeing her daughter enjoy life; it made it all that much joyous to see. “What was it like, mommy?” Shelley asked as she continued to draw.
“Hmm?” Mia said, snapping back into reality.
“What was it like, mommy?” the child repeated.
“What was what like, honey?” her mother responded.
“Da Island. Did you have wild times there?”
Mia raised her eyebrows as her eyes bulged slightly. Shelley was only three years old but there were times when she seemed like she was going on twenty. The Lakota was also curious because she never mentioned the Island to Shelley. “How do you know about the Island, sweetie?” she asked.
“Brendon told me.” She said, then started to move the drawing toward her mother.
Mia looked at the drawing. It showed a tall man holding a little girl by the hand as they walked a beach. The woman was confused and gently rubbed the drawing. “Brendon?” she whispered, “Seth’s Brendon?”
“No, not Brendon da Brat.” Shelley giggled, “Brendon da samoonai.”
Mia slowly covered her mouth with her hand. She understood her daughter was trying to pronounce “Samurai.” The only samurai she knew of was Brendon Battle, her spirit guardian. On their last visit, Brendon said he would see her again during his new job. His new job . . .being a spirit guardian to her daughter? “Shelly,” she said, taking her hand, “Did you see Brendon last night?”
“Yeah, he was in my dreams.” She giggled, “We walked on the beach and he told me stories. Stories about you, Uncle Seth and Aunt Shanna.”
Mia felt like her heart was going to explode from joy. Brendon had taken the position of spirit guardian toward her daughter. She knew full well that her daughter’s sanity and soul would forever be protected. And God Forbid anything to happen to Mia, Brendon would watch over her daughter. After learning of this information from her daughter, she knew there was one more thing to do. “I have something for you, Honey.” She smiled.
Shelley looked at her mother as she removed the pretty green necklace from around her neck. She calmly stood up, walked up behind her daughter and placed it onto her neck. “This was a gift from Brendon.” She smiled, “It was my lucky charm. It protected me and gave me guidance. Now it will protect you.”
“Thank you, mommy,” Shelley leaned up and hugged her mother.
Mia couldn’t help but feel glad. Knowing full well her daughter would have a long and happy life. Knowing that she’ll be okay, with Brendon by her side
If only other parents could be so lucky. er Her
John slowly came over and sat down next to her. Mia looked up at John, as he husband gently wiped the tears off her cheeks. “I guess Aliens was out of the question.” He smiled.
Mia chuckled slightly. She then looked back onto the key. “I had almost lost my faith once,” she whispered, “Events like this always renew it.”
“I must admit, this has got me in a pickle.” The archer sighed, “ I don’t pretend to understand the magic that surrounds you, Mia. But it clearly exits. There is the proof.”
“But John . . . what does this mean? Why . . .why would my Granny want us to have the key?”
“I don’t know. But I think you definitely just proven one thing.”
“What?” Mia looked at him.
“This key came back to you. So whatever is in that safety deposit box . . .your grandmother wanted YOU to have it.”
Mia stared down at the key as she held it in her fingers. She remembered what bank that her grandmother used. It wouldn’t take that long to drive there. Maybe John was right. Maybe her Granny wanted her to have the contents of that box; to make her life . . .their lives extraordinary. “John?” Mia smiled, “You up for a drive into the country?”
The drive took nearly 40 minutes. John stopped at a Tastie Freeze along the way and they were helping themselves to two vanilla shakes. Mia joked that John was trying to make her fat. When he told her she already was, she nearly threw the shake in his face. The Lakota looked up ahead toward the road; seeing the hold bank which had build various extra floors on top of it. “That’s it, John,” Mia pointed up ahead.
John pulled them into the parking lot and stopped at a particular space. The couple got out of the vehicle and proceeded toward the bank. John held out his hand and his wife gently took it. Mia held onto her chest; feeling her heart pounding beyond measure. The excitement, the joy; it was almost overwhelming.
They stepped into the bank and saw various patrons going about their business. An older woman was depositing her social security check, while a nearby Mexican family were applying for a checking account. Mia then walked up to one of the tellers. “Hello, I’d like to come claim my safety deposit box.” She told her.
“What’s the number on it?” the blonde woman asked.
Mia held up the key. “801.” She told her.
“Below one thousand?” the woman took the key, “That’s the older deposit boxes. One second, I need to get you the manager.”
“Older boxes?” John asked.
“I wonder . . .how long my Granny had this box here?” Mia whispered.
The blonde woman walked over to where a balding man was sitting. She spoke with him for a brief moment, and then he stood up; proceeding back toward the couple. The moment he crossed over to Mia, he held out his hand. “Verne King.” He introduced himself, “I understand you have a deposit box key from our older district?”
“Yes,” Mia said, giving him the key.
“Follow me.” He politely said.
The older man escorted through a hallway toward a room at the end. He opened the door with another key and then walked into it; allowing Mia and John to follow. The Lakota looked around, noticing the abundance of deposit boxes in various slots; with a small amount of tarnish. The man placed the key into the box and opened it. He then tugged on the handle but stopped. “Oh, my Goodness,” he chuckled, “I remember this box now. It’s the heavy one.”
“Heavy?” Mia raised an eyebrow.
“Kind sir, could you give me a hand?”
“Yeah, sure,” John replied as he walked over toward the box.
The two men then pulled out the safety deposit box and John grunted; noticing it was heavy. They then placed it down on the nearby table. King sighed, rubbing his forehead with a hankercheif. “I’ll leave you to some privacy,” he smiled, “If you wish to remove the contents of his box, then come and get one of our representatives. They’ll have to provide the paperwork and definitely . . . . some sort of briefcase.”
“Thank you,” Mia said.
King then calmly walked out and closed the door behind them. John panted slightly and looked at his wife with an immense curious look. “What could your granny put in here that was so heavy?” he asked.
Mia didn’t know but in a few seconds she would. She took a deep breath and opened the lid on the old deposit box. The contents didn’t make any sense to her. There were a large abundance of old coins in the box. John picked up one and looked at it. He looked at it and was confused about the wording. “For King Ferdinand?” he whispered.
“Is that what the coin says?” Mia asked, looking at her own samples.
“Well, kinda. It’s in Spanish.” The archer said.
Mia shook her head, remembering he spoke Spanish because of his former friendship with the late Ramon Vega. Mia then held up one of the coins and began to rub the tarnish off of it. As she did, some of the film began to come off and the coin began to glow in the light.
The glow was a soft gold.
Mia then gulped. Coins . . . .Spanish . . .gold. It couldn’t be, but the clues were abundance. “Uh, John?” Mia stammered.
“Yeah, babe?” the archer looked to her.
“I think . . .I think these are Spanish Duploons.” Mia giggled.
“What . . .are you serious?” John looked at his coin again.
“This . . .this looks like real gold,” the Lakota laughed, “And it’s stamped for King Ferdinand, the Spanish king during the Middle Ages of Spain. And during the time of the Spanish explorers, they came to America. It would make sense that they brought gold with them.”
“Mia . . .are you saying . . .these coins are from that time frame?” John gasped.
“And my granny . . .my ancestors . . .my people kept it and carried down through the generations.”
“Oh . .my . . GOD!” John laughed, “Mia, do you have any idea how much these are worth?”
Mia smiled with a great joy. “Enough to make our lives extraordinary.” She said, remembering her grandmother’s own words to her.
Over the course of the next few weeks, Mia had contacted Hurley who had known famous coin dealers in America; due to his unusual incident with the coins in the sidewalk he once told her over dinner conversation. These dealers were able to pay her a large sum of money for the majority of it. The money was enough to set up Shelley with a college fund; buy them brand new cars and have enough money to live comfortably for quite some time. Mia had also donated a good chunk of the coins to the famous Smithsonian Museum. Then she kept a small bag of them, for Shelley. It would allow her daughter to pass them along to her own children. Even though this money would have allowed them to have a mansion or lots of land; Mia didn’t want it.
It was the simple life that made her feel extraordinary.
November 5th, 2009
Mia calmly sipped on her coffee as she sat at the kitchen table, doing a cross word puzzle. Shelley was by her side; drawing on a piece of paper with her crayons. The winds were getting colder. Mia enjoyed the Fall time. Her Granny taught her it was a time of the Mother Earth going into slumber and when she did; everybody would dream happy dreams. It was poetic and it kept Mia going through times when she had lost her faith. But being able to have a secure financial future and seeing her daughter enjoy life; it made it all that much joyous to see. “What was it like, mommy?” Shelley asked as she continued to draw.
“Hmm?” Mia said, snapping back into reality.
“What was it like, mommy?” the child repeated.
“What was what like, honey?” her mother responded.
“Da Island. Did you have wild times there?”
Mia raised her eyebrows as her eyes bulged slightly. Shelley was only three years old but there were times when she seemed like she was going on twenty. The Lakota was also curious because she never mentioned the Island to Shelley. “How do you know about the Island, sweetie?” she asked.
“Brendon told me.” She said, then started to move the drawing toward her mother.
Mia looked at the drawing. It showed a tall man holding a little girl by the hand as they walked a beach. The woman was confused and gently rubbed the drawing. “Brendon?” she whispered, “Seth’s Brendon?”
“No, not Brendon da Brat.” Shelley giggled, “Brendon da samoonai.”
Mia slowly covered her mouth with her hand. She understood her daughter was trying to pronounce “Samurai.” The only samurai she knew of was Brendon Battle, her spirit guardian. On their last visit, Brendon said he would see her again during his new job. His new job . . .being a spirit guardian to her daughter? “Shelly,” she said, taking her hand, “Did you see Brendon last night?”
“Yeah, he was in my dreams.” She giggled, “We walked on the beach and he told me stories. Stories about you, Uncle Seth and Aunt Shanna.”
Mia felt like her heart was going to explode from joy. Brendon had taken the position of spirit guardian toward her daughter. She knew full well that her daughter’s sanity and soul would forever be protected. And God Forbid anything to happen to Mia, Brendon would watch over her daughter. After learning of this information from her daughter, she knew there was one more thing to do. “I have something for you, Honey.” She smiled.
Shelley looked at her mother as she removed the pretty green necklace from around her neck. She calmly stood up, walked up behind her daughter and placed it onto her neck. “This was a gift from Brendon.” She smiled, “It was my lucky charm. It protected me and gave me guidance. Now it will protect you.”
“Thank you, mommy,” Shelley leaned up and hugged her mother.
Mia couldn’t help but feel glad. Knowing full well her daughter would have a long and happy life. Knowing that she’ll be okay, with Brendon by her side
If only other parents could be so lucky. er Her
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