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Chan Chun To Winston (3M)

Box of Hope

I was left in a shop for many years.

One day, a family came along and bought me. My adventures were about to start......

The boy opened me and poured out my content. He loved it. He immediately snatched it
from the table and played with it.
Many years later......

The boy was an adult now. He no longer played with his old toys. He stared at me. An empty
old box. Suddenly, a spark flashed in his eyes. He had an idea.

He fed me many new toys, books, stationery, and many everyday items. He wrapped me
in colourful art paper and stuck a label on the side of me. Then he brought me to school and I
passed out ......

I sat on a table. A boy stood next to me. He was not the one who had bought me. He
was incredibly thin and his skin was pale. But tears of hope and joy filled his eyes. “Toys!” he
exclaimed. Now, I realised what had happened. The family had donated me to the poor, making
me the BOX OF HOPE!

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