Bücher von Rahimah Rahim

Every Saturday morning, the children played in the attic of their old house, while their parents slept. It was their favorite thing to do. Mind you, when the children first discovered the trunk in the attic, they didn't realize the significance the trunk would play in their lives and the lives of many others. The trunk was up the winding, dusty staircase, in the back of the house, past the old squeaky dumbwaiter, to the door at the top of the stairs. There it was discovered, early one Saturday morning, when the children of the house happened upon it; as they played their usual game of hide n seek. At first, they didn't notice it, as it lay there, covered by dust and grime. It had lain like that for many years, more than twenty, unnoticed, that is until these children happened along.