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There was once a kid that did nothing but sit inside three walls his whole childhood. His entire existence was captured within this large glass container. His name was Cheshire. He always wore a smile even though he never had true fun playing by himself in this sandy dry capsule. He didn’t imprison himself; his mother did. She had a reason to do so, but it wasn’t a very good one. She wanted to protect him from all the dangers of outside. She knew if Cheshire were to ever go to a normal public school, the other kids would make fun of him. Instead of four, she crafted the container to have three walls along with a base and a top, the top was a circular opening she would use to give him food and sometimes to go in there. Whenever the mother would go into the container she’d bring a rope and watch closely so Cheshire won’t use it to leave. She was worried the only thing she couldn’t protect Cheshire from was himself and his own emotions. His emotions were built and contained just like he was. His mother always provided him toy and objects he could play with so he wouldn’t be bored to the point of depression. For a while, the toy trick worked but Cheshire began to grow into a teen, that’s when he began to wonder of the real world, the one outside. He decided to try to outsmart his mother. He formed a plan to escape his three-walled prison. Once his mother left, he dug into smooth sand he stood on for so long. The sand was as dry as his knowledge of the outside world, just the thought drove him to dig faster. With enough patience and time, Cheshire finally made it to the bottom. Another glass wall is all he faced. There was a horizontal wall as well below him. He thought and figured this was a sign his mother was giving him basically saying “if you can’t understand the complete surroundings you’ve lived in your whole life, how do you expect to understand the real world?” then from a distance he heard his mother’s car door close so he quickly climbed to the top and pushed all the sand back down. Luckily, his mother didn’t see him but now he knew down was not one of the ways he can escape. A while after while prepping dinner, his mother dropped a plate that looks to be the same material as the three walls. Cheshire had another idea to escape. The next day came quickly and he mother left once again for errands. He ran back and forth slamming his right shoulder into the three vertical walls trying to tip the ten feet long and six feet wide glass container. Once again, with time and patience he finally got it to tip but what he didn’t expect is for him to falls as well. The container dragged him to the floor along with it, and then it shattered. Broken glass was scattered all over the ground. He has never felt this type of feeling; the floor was so solid to him. He got up and felt a sharp pain in his left arm. He brought his arm to his face and saw a piece of the broken glass was lodged into his forearm. He’s never experience pain but he knew that he didn’t like it. Water began to drip from his eyes and he started to breathe hearer. He took a gulp and stood up straight trying to hold the pain. He let his left arm drop to his side and he put his right hand over the new and fresh wound. He held it tightly as a dark red liquid oozed out of the wound and found its way out of his fingers dripping down his left arm to the floor. He walked to the front door and opened it. Once he opened it he took and looked outside then took a deep breath in. Cheshire glanced back inside the house then faced outside again. He started to walk wherever his legs took him. Three hours later when his mother returned home she saw the mess and knew exactly what happened. She got the glass container to a man she knew so he could fix it. She told him to make it smaller. When she got it back she put it on display in her house. Ten years later, Cheshire came back to the house as a grown man. He met a woman who had bought the house from her and the lady informed Cheshire that his mother had died. She handed him the small glass container and smiled in joy to know, his home can be within his hands. This small glass container was passed down for ten generations. but the son who had recently gotten it wants to get rid of it in a form of saying “get out of the past.”