“A maid’s daughter helped an old man every day — until a general suddenly walked in with five military officers…”

he cleared his throat. He reached to his bedside table. He fumbled in the drawer and pulled something out. He pressed it into her hand. It was a coin. It was heavy and not like a quarter. It had a fancy design on it. Found this, he grumbled. Don’t need it. Go on, take it. Uh, a trade for the cookies. Emma looked at it. It was beautiful. Thank you,continue reading …