Lydia hated the old things her father insisted on keeping.
“Who needs this stuff? Ancient teapots and spoons?”
Her father admonished the girls irreverence for the past.
“These belong to your ancestors; gifts from the Gods.
“The last person who disrespected the Gods met a terrible fate. These items are meant for you.”
Lydia rolled her eyes and glowered. She was much more in tune with the modern age
She landed with a thud as her feet slipped from under her. “What was that?!
Word Count: 99
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