Tom picked up his backpack and hung across his arm. His mother still stared at him sternly, still holding her stew ladle.
“Tom, listen to me! You are doing thing that is of no avail. Do you really think the treasure existed?” shouted his mother, knocking the ladle hard on the table. Several drops of stew flew across the air.
“Mom! I am big enough to take care of myself, and I truly believe that the treasure do exists! Why don’t you just believe me?” protested John, now exploring the map once again before keeping it back into his bag.
“Never mind dear,” Tom’s father, who was sitting on the rocking chair while reading the newspaper, spoke. “Let our son enjoy his adventure. Maybe he will get his treasure? We don’t know.”
“But dear, he is still……”
“Never mind! Let him go out and explore the land,” his father said, cool and calm.
“Ok then, I am packed,” Tom heaved. “See you around, mom, dad.” He untied his colt and a small wooden carriage.
“Are you sure you need not a larger carriage my son? In case you could not load all your treasure in that?” said his father, giggling.
Tom’s mother gazed at the door, looking his son fading down the path. “Too young he might be,” Tom’s father shook his head, and continue buried his eyes among the newspaper.
After several months, they heard cackling of foot steps outside their house. Tom had come back, totally exhausted and disappointed. Both of his parents welcomed him outside their cottage.
“How’s your trip son?” his father broke the ice. “Having adventurous fun?”
“See I told you, no treasure there are!” murmured his mother.
Tom let out a sigh. “Really?” he continued while opened his carriage behind. Shining golden goblets and sparkling jewels that nearly slid off from the carriage spread their wonderful rays within their eyes. Both of them were at a lost for words.
“I should have listened to you, dad,” he said. “Bring a larger carriage huh?”
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