Flashback

It was a few years ago in the middle of March, my father had came back from work with a package from his office. The package was about the size of a shoe box and was wrapped with a lot of duct tape. He said with a serious face, not to touch the package until the start of school holidays or else he would hide the TV remote from me and my siblings for a month. He placed the package in the middle of the coffee table and went upstairs to get ready for bed. My siblings didn't really care about what was in the package. However, I was very peculiar of it. I really wanted to see what he had brought back from work. As a child, I couldn't sleep that night. The very thought of it kept me awake. When I woke the next morning, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs to see if the package was still there. My family was there having their breakfast on the coffee table where the package was and it was still there. No one was bothered by the package but me. As my father was leaving the house he said that I could have the honor of opening the package. I realized that I would have to suffer a year of waiting and watching the package just sit there everyday. After a month of impatience, I decided to ease my pain by writing down the endless possibilities of what it could be. Every single day I would write down a word in my writing book. I would write down things that would fit in a shoe box. They comprised of toys, gadgets, jewelry, and well, shoes. After many months, there was just one week left of waiting. I was extremely happy and relieved that my agonizing thoughts are finally over. For 7 days straight I didn't shower, eat junk food, watch television and talk to my siblings. A day before judgement day, my father gave me a pair of scissors and told me to wait till midnight to open it. For the entire day I was holding the pair scissors wherever I went, even to the toilet. When the bell rang and the teacher let me go, I ran all the way home. I ran through 3 red lights without looking both ways. When I finally got home, I sat on the couch, one eye on the clock, one eye on the package. It was painful to watch but I was determined to stay awake. I didn't eat anything for the rest of the day. THIRTY minutes before midnight, I told my whole family to wear nice clothes while watching me open the package. TEN minutes to go! All I wore was long pants (can't remember why). For the last FIVE seconds, everyone counted down. I was gripping on to the pair of scissors as if it was a key to unlock the gates of heaven. I was sweating  for every second of tearing open the package. When I had reached the core of the package, I opened it. Then and there, I saw with my own two eyes, the moment of truth. The package had nothing but rocks in it. My whole family was laughing at me and my father was laughing the loudest. At that very moment, I learned something. My father, was the greatest f**king troll that ever lived.