Last In, First Out.

“Here you go”, Pop said, handing me a paper bag. Didn’t matter that he was three times my age, his massive, still muscular frame was probably as intimidating now as when he was a young man.

“What is it?”, I asked, hesitating to take the elderly giant’s gift.

“Just a little something from me; got it from my grandad, before the Troubles. Wouldn’t be surprised if it was the last of its kind, since I haven’t seen any since I was twelve”, he added.

“Why are you giving to me, then?”, I managed to say.

“Look, kid, I knew Daisy meant a lot to you and it was obvious she thought the same, though God knows why.”

He shook his head. “Doesn’t matter. I’m pretty sure she would have liked you to have this; no one else I can leave it to now anyway, so you’re the first one I thought about.”

I gingerly grabbed the offered heirloom, nodding my thanks. He then just walked away, pushing his way through the crowd, leaving me with my thoughts and a brown bag. I opened it, revealing its treasure.

A can of… tuna?

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