IWas Upset That My Grandfather Only Left Me an Old Apiary until I Looked into the Beehives The biggest disappointment my late grandfather, who had promised me the world and told me stories of hidden treasure, had left me was an old, dusty apiary. Who puts their grandchild in a shack full of insects? Up until the day I looked inside the beehives, this horrible joke of an inheritance felt like a slap in the face.The morning was ordinary. Aunt Daphne glanced at the disarray on my bed through her glasses. \u201cRobyn, have you packed your bag yet?\u201dI moaned and covered my phone, saying, \u201cI\u2019m texting Chloe.\u201d \u201cBus time is almost here! Prepare yourself.\u201d As she stuffed books into my backpack, Aunt Daphne said.I noticed the time. 7:58 a.m.\n
\u201cYeah, okay,\u201d I sighed as I stood from the bed. She extended a shirt, ready to be ironed, for me. You realise that this isn\u2019t what your grandfather had in mind for you. He thought you would be self-sufficient and strong. And the beehives he abandoned? They won\u2019t take care of themselves.\u201d I thought about Grandpa and the honey and the bees. But suddenly all I could think about was Scott, my crush, and the next school dance.\u201cMaybe tomorrow, I\u2019ll check them out,\u201d I responded while arranging my hair. \u201cYou never get to see tomorrow. Robyn, Grandpa had faith in you. She persisted, \u201cHe wanted you to look after the apiary. <\u201cLook, Aunt Daphne,\u201d I remarked acerbic. \u201cI\u2019ve got better things to do than take care of Grandpa\u2019s bees!\u201d I saw the tears well up in Aunt Daphne\u2019s eyes and her face collapse. However, I ignored her dejected expression and hurried out as soon as the school bus honked. I was thinking about Scott on the bus, not about the apiary Grandpa Archie had given me. \u201cWho wants an apiary?\u201d I pondered, irritated by the obligation.But Aunt Daphne brought it up again the following day. She chastised me for ignoring housework and used my phone excessively.She yelled, \u201cYou\u2019re grounded, young lady!\u201d and I looked up from my phone at that moment. \u201cStabilised? For what purpose?\u201d I objected.She said, \u201cFor shirking responsibility,\u201d bringing up the abandoned apiary.\n
\u201cThe beehive? That ineffective apiary?\u201d I sneered. \u201cRobyn, it\u2019s all about accountability. Aunt Daphne remarked, her voice choked with emotion, \u201cThat\u2019s what Grandpa wanted for you.\u201dI objected, saying, \u201cLook, Aunt Daphne, I\u2019m afraid I\u2019ll get stung!\u201d She retorted, \u201cYou\u2019ll be wearing protective gear.\u201d \u201cA little fear is normal, but you can\u2019t let it stop you.\u201dI went reluctantly to the apiary. Inquisitive and afraid at the same time, I moved closer to the hive. With my heart racing, I removed the bulky gloves I was wearing and started collecting honey from the hive.My glove was suddenly stung by a bee. I was about to give up when I felt a wave of resolve wash over me. I have to get this done. I had to show Aunt Daphne that I was not the careless, reckless fourteen-year-old she assumed me to be. I found a fading map with odd markings inside a weather-beaten plastic bag I found inside the hive while extracting honey. It appeared to be Grandpa Archie\u2019s treasure map. I was excited as I put the map in my pocket and rode my bike home. I crept out of the house, leaving the half-full jar of honey on the kitchen counter, and followed the map into the woods.I laughed about Grandpa\u2019s adventures and recalled his stories as I made my way through the well-known forest. I shivered as I stepped into a clearing that seemed like it could have sprung out of Grandpa\u2019s stories.\n
When I was a child, he used to talk about the fabled White Walker of the forest exactly here, which would let my imagination go wild. And there it was, exactly as he had described it in his stories: the ancient gamekeeper\u2019s home, its porch leaning and paint peeled, a sign of neglect. I remembered with a wave of bittersweet nostalgia, \u201cGrandpa used to sit us down here, munching on sandwiches and pie, and weave his incredible stories.\u201dI felt the old dwarf tree close to the porch and could almost hear Grandpa jokingly say, \u201cWatch out, kiddo.\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s not wake up the grumpy little gnomes,\u201d we said, transporting ourselves back to those carefree days. After discovering the old key buried inside, I opened the cabin and entered a world that had been forgotten by time. A musty stench permeated the air, and scattered sunlight revealed tiny grains of dust glistening in it.A wonderfully carved metal box on a dirty table caught my attention. There was a special note from Grandpa inside for me:\u201cTo my lovely Robyn, this box contains a wonderful treasure for you; nevertheless, it must not be opened until the actual end of your voyage.\n
When the time is right, you\u2019ll know. Love and prayers, Grandpa.\u201d I was eager to open it and discover what was inside, but I couldn\u2019t help but think of Grandpa\u2019s parting words, \u201cOnly at the end of your journey.\u201d I could not turn away from his final request.I kept going into the jungle, but eventually I started to feel lost. I thought, \u201cThis map is no good,\u201d as I couldn\u2019t find a way out of the forest. I had no idea when I began to cry. However, I suddenly recalled something significant. I told myself, \u201cGrandpa always said to stay calm.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t give up.\u201dThen there was a sound that reminded me of terrifying stories I had heard as a child\u2014like a little branch breaking off far away. Gazing around at the vast forest, I thought, \u201cMaybe Aunt Daphne was right to warn me.\u201d But remembering Grandpa\u2019s words gave me the courage to press on, leading me through the engulfing wilderness. I inhaled deeply, nervously, and attempted to gather my thoughts. It made sense to head back, but it would be difficult to see well in the dark jungle. Grandpa used to talk about a bridge, so I reasoned that it may be helpful. I wiped a tear from my eye and straightened my rucksack. I said to myself in a murmur, \u201cOkay, Robyn.\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s find that bridge.\u201dBut that self-assurance was short-lived. The woods were frightening because the light was sinking. I was so tired that I curled up behind a tree, missing Aunt Daphne\u2019s warm kitchen. There was no comfort in my rucksack, only constant reminders of my lack of planning. I looked around desperately for food, but all I could find were crumbs from stale crackers.\n
\u201cPay attention, Robyn. Locate the bridge. I told myself to \u201cfind water,\u201d pushing aside my hunger.The sound of rushing water propelled me forward as I applied heal-all leaves to my wounds and recalled Grandpa\u2019s advice. However, the river had changed from the calm stream I had remembered to a swift and hazardous torrent.Driven by a frantic thirst, I scrambled down the rocky slope, ignoring the precarious path. When I got to the edge of the lake, I bent over and scooped up the chilly waters with my hands. At that point, it tasted slightly metallic, yet it was nectar that gave life. Upon standing up, the unstable surface deceived me. I screamed for assistance as I slipped and fell into the freezing stream. I fell, dragged by my rucksack. \u201cGrandpa,\u201d I clumsily muttered. A flicker of insight appeared when she thought about him, piercing the fear. I couldn\u2019t have given up on him. I learned to fight and to be brave from him. I opted to part with the backpack but retain Grandpa\u2019s metal filing cabinet. I struggled against the water, without giving up, and made my way towards the shore.In the whirling frenzy, my fingers brushed a solid log\u2014a lifeline. With all my effort, I held onto it while the current threw me around like a rag doll. Then it gave me one last shove, leaving me battered and sputtering on the muddy bank. I hung my drenched garments up on a tree to dry after peeling them off. Then I noticed a metal box that might hold the key to getting me back. I was urged by Grandpa to hold off on opening it until the very end of my voyage, but I was at my breaking point. I opened it and saw a jar of honey and a picture of the two of us, but no treasure. That\u2019s when it dawned on me: as Grandpa had always said, the true jewel of this journey was learning the value of hard labour. I started crying as I realised how much Grandpa had taught me and how I had disregarded it all. I had been pursuing adventures and had neglected the lessons he had attempted to impart to me. I told myself, wiping my runny nose, that it was time to get going and make my grandfather proud.\n
Beneath a large oak tree, I began constructing a shelter out of branches and leaves. Although difficult, it was sufficient for the evening.The bright sun woke me up the following morning. I thought about Grandpa as I pushed through the woods, clinging to that metal crate like it was my lifeline. I felt slightly warmer thinking back to the times we went fishing together. He said, \u201cSlow and steady,\u201d almost audibly. I was so sure he was with me that I even began to hum one of his favourite songs. I felt hope rise when I spotted a bridge in the distance. I wasn\u2019t alone with Grandpa\u2019s lessons in my heart. But suddenly the woodland became a bewildering maze and I became anxious. As I was about to give up, I staggered into a clearing and fell, completely worn out. A dog came across me at that point, and I heard a chorus of muffled voices say, \u201cThere she is!\u201d I awoke in a hospital bed with Aunt Daphne beside me. Overcome with regret, I managed to say, \u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d \u201cI\u2019m so sorry, Aunt Daphne.\u201d \u201cSilence, my love. You\u2019re secure now,\u201d she said.\u201cI made a mistake,\u201d I exclaimed. \u201cGrandpa was right about everything!\u201d Grinning, Aunt Daphne took my hand. \u201cDear, he\u2019s always loved you. even if you didn\u2019t understand why you were angry with him.\n
Recall how angry you were, only a few weeks before he died, that you didn\u2019t acquire that smartwatch?\u201d \u201cHe never showed me gratitude for anything he did for me. He was there for me at all times. After they passed away, Grandpa became my Mom and Dad as well. However, I\u2014\u201d \u201cDear, he knew you would turn around. Even when you didn\u2019t believe in yourself, he always had faith in you.\u201d She then reached into a bag next to her chair and took out a vividly coloured package. The sight of the blue wrapping paper, which Grandpa had usually used for gifts, made me gasp. Gently, Aunt Daphne whispered, \u201cThis is for you,\u201d setting the box on my lap. I wanted the Xbox. \u201cGrandpa would have wanted you to have this,\u201d Aunt Daphne said. \u201cHe said when you learned the value of hard work and understood the importance of patience and perseverance, it would be yours.\u201d With a pledge, \u201cI\u2019ll be good, Aunt Daphne,\u201d \u201cI no longer require this. I\u2019ve gotten the lesson.\u201d That was all the comfort I needed to hear Aunt Daphne\u2019s smile again, one that was genuine and brighter than before. I reached over to the bedside and took out the little container of honey.\n
\u201cWould you like some honey, Aunt Daphne?\u201d I extended the sticky jar in question. She took the container, sampled the honey with her finger. Her voice was quiet as she said, \u201cIt\u2019s sweet.\u201d Similar to you, Robyn. similar to you!\u201dYears passed quickly after that. Now that I\u2019m 28 years old and have gone from being a whiny teenager to a bee boss with two young terrors of my own\u2014who, happily, like honey\u2014I\u2019ve learned a few lessons about responsibility. Regards, Grandpa! I\u2019m grateful for all that you taught me. Every time I witness my children\u2019s excitement when they consume honey, I whisper. I am reminded of the wonderful bond that Grandpa and I had by that delectable honey.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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