A Mothers Gift

The Right Gift. When he was fifteen, a man, he had packed his bag ready to join the merchant navy. His mother had two parcels in her hands asked him to choose one and not open it before he got old. Since he liked to travel light he took the lightest packet not bigger and heavier than letter, the other was heavier and might have hidden a fortune. Well he lived and loved and before he knew it was old, opened the parcel, on a piece of paper was written enjoy your life and embrace your elderliness. His sister rang they had found this parcel amongst her things with his name on it. Open it, he said. She did and laughed, it was a brick, an ordinary house brick... How did His mother knows he would choose the right present?