The box looked tempting. People called him whimsical but it was a solace to an otherwise traumatic period. But for this, he would have been shattered into a million pieces. The abuse of his stepfather had been bordering on the extreme.
He thoroughly enjoyed the whim. After each game of Ludo he played with his friends, he would pocket the die and deposit it into a box. Ludo dice were in big demand in his hometown because of him.
As he watched his own stepson playing, the small box containing the dice reminded him not to repeat his stepfather’s mistakes.