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While I'm reading the paper at the guest room this night, I heard the door lock opened and I thought that it was my brother but it turn out that it was my Dad. He said "Assalamualaikum" as usually and I answered. Then he gave me a little black box and I opened it up. There lay a green solid thing which looks like a little green handbag at first sight. Haha. When I pull it out from the box, I turn the thing so I can see the front of it and it was a lock with 3 combination code at the bottom of it. Maybe I'll lock my diary with it one day. mwahahahaaa!!

Then, I showed it to Dad and Dad pick it with his hand from me and take a look at it with a smile. He said he hasn't look what's in the box yet as he's putting his glasses on. In the black box, I found a piece of paper and I take it out and read it. There was "Operating Instructions" with bold and uppercases letters. Then came my Mom and she had a chat with Dad. After that, came my little brother and he's looking at me. He's looking at the thing in my hand actually. Hhaha!! and then, he picks it up and began to look at it. No smile, nothing. He said a couple of things and gave the Lock back to me and went away. Maybe he's going to surf the internet or eat.

Me, excited. Usually, I don't get excited so easily but it was a gift from my Dad, sure I get excited that easily. Plus, I'm his daughter. Hahaha!! Right??

Then, I captured some pictures of the Lock and decided to post it in my blog, RainbowCandy.




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