Jar of Secrets and Stories

There is a jar that sits on my grandma’s shelf. She never moves it, and we have never done so either. There are little pieces of paper kept inside of the glass, folded up, hiding the inside of each and everyone.

Fire roared in the small living room as wind beat against the windows and the jar finally came down. Tears welled in my grandma’s eyes as she set it on the pretty, carpeted floor, finally ready to unlock its secrets. The secrets revealed were like a gust of wind as the top of the Jar twisted off. Pictures and history of the family came flooding out, along with golden shards of smugglers coins.

“Our family history runs deep, layered with twisted secrets and hidden rumors.” Our grandma whispered, my siblings sitting beside me, all leaning forward. We knew something was coming, and we did not pass a story off. For any reason. Stories were precious.

“Secrets must need to be kept, and it is time for you to know them. For you, my children, will be next to keep your history in this Jar.”