It was a wet and windy day. I had returned from my Dead aunt’s funeral. My face covered with rain drops and tears.

 She had a will. She gave her house to her husband. Her car to my dad. Her mothers antique china set to my mom. And a lousy mud sculpture to me.

 It was a small dried up mud sculpture which she made some 12 years ago, when I was born

 It was all normal. Sitting on my coffee table. But then I came home from school nearly a week from that funeral.

 I entered my room. Everything was wrecked! From comic books on the floor to the window shattered. Everything destroyed. Everything but the sculpture. We called the police. They couldn’t find a clue!

 I knew from that second that the sculpture did it. It was a weird idea. Bad things happened all around us. My room got wrecked. My birthday cake burst in flames. We got robbed. All mysterious!

 I went to a desert almost 100 kilometers away. I had to get rid of it. I went by taxi so no one would know. When I reached there I went half an hour into the red sands on foot. Tears once again invading my red cheeks. I held the Mud sculpture in my dust-ridden hands. Goodbye was the only thing I could manage.

 As I dropped it onto dry dirt, water dropped upon my cheeks. No. Not tears. Rain. The first rain since that funeral.

 Maybe my aunt wanted me to do this. Maybe It was the best-or at least the most memorable- thing she left off in her will

 Happy was the only thing I could be!