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As I was a little girl, Sundays I used to follow my father to the second floor after having meals. I remembered
he used to go to a table and open a drawer. Suddenly appeared on the desk thousands of little papers, I wondered why
my dad looks so carefully on them. I could not resist my curiosity and asked "Dad, what do you do with so manay "little
papers", and he answered. "Oh, darling, this is my favourite treasure, do not tell anybody about this". Then I
saw him, going to the bathroom with lots of envelopes with these "little papers" attached, he put them in water, and left
them for hours, while he began to work on the "little papers" for a long time. I was so curious, I could not leave the
place until my Dad finished with "his secret work". At the end, he came back to the bathroom and picked up all the envelopes
and put them on the desk again, and continued with his task of picking them up from the envelopes. So the story was
repeated every Sunday, until one of those Sundays,my father told me: "Listen, as you have been my assistant for so many
months, I will give you an "award". I was astonished. What does he want to say with an "award"? I imagined
a beautiful doll, or a basked full of honeys, but not the award was a beautiful stamp, which my Dad had inherited from his
father (my grandfather). He told me: "Look after this treasure as I have been doing for so long time". When I
die, give a glance to this first stamp I have given and remember always how your hobby started when you were just a
child. I want you to continue with this hobby and to look after all my stamps as I have always looked for them.
And I treasured this first stamps given by my deseased father, as my richest "treasure".
M.E.M.
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