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Bigger than a Bread Box

By: Laurel Snyder



It shouldn’t be happening.  I shouldn’t be looking at my father from the passenger seat of my mother’s car and waving goodbye.  I can’t leave Dad.  I can’t leave my friends.  What exactly does Mom mean by, “I need a break?”  They are the adults; they should be the ones to fix things, not make them worse.  When Mom tells me we’re going “home”, I know she really means we’re going to Atlanta, Georgia, to see Gran.  It’s not that I don’t like Gran, I just don’t know her very well.  I miss my Dad.  I miss my room.  I miss the seagulls.  Mom isn’t budging, though, so I guess we’re stuck here until she “figures things out.”  Trying to entertain myself, I go the attic, looking through the clutter for something to take my mind off my crazy life.  There it is.  A red box, shiny and new.  A bread box.  It doesn’t take long for me to figure out it’s magical.  Whatever I wish for, it appears in the box.  Of course, there are rules.  I can’t wish for things bigger than it.  New bracelets, candy, money…anything I want!  I should be the happiest girl in the world, right?  Wrong!  This bread box is quickly ruining my life!

Prepared by Brenda Day, Library Media Specialist, Aledo Middle School, Aledo, TX