Priceless Portriats

[Angel]

One day while rumeging through my things I came across an old dusty box. I wasn't sure if I had ever seen it before. I cleared off the dust and slowly lifted its lid, inside were some very old pictures. They were fragile and worn from the years, as I looked through them I didn't recognize anyone I knew. So I was going to throw them out. I sat them on my kitchen table, my father came to visit that evening. He seen the box on the table and asked where I found it, I said in the attic it's junk. He opened the box ever so slowly, as he gazed inside tears came to his eyes. He began telling me who each person was telling a story of long ago, right then I knew, I couldn't throw these away they were Priceless Portraits