"So this Aunt, she wasn't rich- was she?" asked Isaac, seeing all he was getting were some miscellaneous items from his deceased aunt.
"Not particularly, no," admitted Debbie, "But she was very specific. She wanted YOU to have what was in the boxes in my car. I just need you to sign here and then you can take what your aunt left you."
Isaac shrugged. Maybe there was something worth his while in these boxes. After signing the paper Debbie had presented to him, Isaac walked outside and took what his aunt had so wanted him to have when she passed. Really, there were only two boxes, a long, slender one, and another more conventionally shaped box.
"Is that it?" asked Isaac after he took the boxes to his room.
"Pretty much," replied Debbie, "I may need to swing by here again with a little more paper work, but we're good for now."
"Thanks," said Isaac, though Debbie was already locking her car by the time the word had left his mouth. In a matter of seconds, Debbie sped down the road and was out of sight. After making his way back to his room, Isaac took a look at the boxes.
The more conventional, cube-like box held mostly family photos and what seemed to be like some old heirlooms. Cool stuff, he thought- but nothing out of the ordinary. The other box, which he had yet to open, was in the corner of his room. It was a little over four feet tall and a foot across, a rather strange shape for a box.
Inside, Isaac was rather unpleasantly surprised to find only an old mirror. Sure, it was kind of cool looking and he could use a bigger mirror in his room, but he had been hoping for something much cooler.
"Well, I guess I shouldn't have expected too much," he said as he propped the mirror up against the wall to get a better look at it. It was a rather unassuming mirror, simply dark brown wood framing a slightly dusty mirror. When he stepped back to look at himself in it, it felt as if the image was distorted. He seemed a bit wider in the mirror than usual- a bit fuller...
However, looking at the mirror in the bathroom proved that the mirror was wrong, he looked like his normal self when he looked in that mirror. Still, he decided to keep this inheritance, as useless as it seemed.
"Why give me this?" he wondered as he looked at himself in it some more-
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