One Person

"This is really left by my grandma?" asked Raelle as she observed this string of beads more carefully than before. She picked them up from the box and marveled at how brightly it shone. It looked glossy on the outside and shiny on the inside. "I think I heard somewhere that ten-thousand-year-old beeswaxes are spiritual and can protect one's safety. Is it true?"

The texture of this beeswax was delicate and moist. It looked more lustrous the more she looked at it. She could smell the faint fragrance of honey which made her a bit dazed.

"You must have heard it from your grandfather," mentioned Ru. "Because this saying is quite famous among the older generation. Whether it can protect you or not it not what you should be concerned about. Your concern should be that this is a form of blessing that your grandma left for you."

"She might have intended to give it to my brother or sister. After all, I wasn't there when she left it with your family."