What’s in the box?

I, Ophelia Van Duke, have been given a box. I have just turned eighteen years old and am heading to collage to start my career in literature as an author like my late grandfather. For my going away present my father has given me a box The box is brown and kind of worn down, so whatever is in it could not be new. Unless this is a trick and inside the box is keys to a new car, however the box is too big and heavy. I think and keep thinking as to what could be in the box, then I remember that my parents use to collect things from my childhood. My parents would save thing from my first outfit to the first story I wrote in school. The box looks to be old enough to carry my past but is my past truly this heavy. I study the box for a few moments but finally it's time to open it. I take a deep breath and slowly open the box, when I look inside, I begin to cry. My father has given me something special and way better then a new car. What's in the box? you may be asking, well it's my late grandfathers' typewriter.