The little boy tugged at the end of his mother’s dress as he pointed at a decorative box with a crank on the side. He watched as his mother pick it up with both hands and lift it to check the bottom of the cube to see what price it was going for. She smiled with white teeth showing and kneeled beside her son, peering into his golden, brown eyes, “Do you want this, Bock?” The child nodded quickly as he held out both his hands so he could carry it. The mother slowly handed it over to the boy, making sure he wouldn’t drop it. The mother watched as Bock’s face grow with happiness as she stood back up to browse the rest of the thrift store.
The child sat quietly in the back with his legs swinging back and forth in the air. Bock inspected the box and looking down at it, the top had a crescent moon that glistened silver and the background was a smoky purple. The front had three large diamonds that was filled with a square inside it following by a triangle then a