The Missing Coin In the Baklava

By Chelsea Temple
October 12, 1998

Hi!  I’m Tim and and I love Baklava.  It’s my favorite food.   Well, anyway I have a point.  I got rich eating baklava.

Let me tell you first about my family.  I have a mom, a dad, and a little brother named Fred.  My grandparents died when I was three.  Whenever Fred goes to the bathroom, he leaves the door open, which is very annoying, especially when I have a friend over.  And to make matters worse, I normally get ignored.

On the first day of school, for dinner we had Greek food.  For desert, we had baklava!!  I dropped a silver dollar in the biggest one to claim it.   Stupid, dumb Fred ate it!  Two hours had gone by and he complained he had gotten a stomach ache.  So Mom, Dad and I took him to the hospital to get X-rays.   It turned out he had MY silver dollar in HIM!! He had to have SURGERY!!! When I claimed the silver dollar, they asked me for an explanation and grounded me for a

YEAR!!

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Backstory

This story was written by my younger daughter, Chelsea, for my birthday.  Both my girls have inherited a gift for words and the telling of tales.   Perhaps it’s also a spiritual linking that goes back generations and extends out into the future.  The fact that the stories she tells have so much emotion, humor and life in them shows how wonderful her teachers have been, of whom I humbly include myself.

Her original manuscript was her gift to me on my birthday.  I asked her if I could put her story online here and she was quite pleased to say “Yes!” :D

To Chelsea: I love you with all my heart and soul, now and forever, and I thank you for this gift.

The Missing Coin in the Baklava original manuscript