I clearly remember that day. It was a sunny and windy morning. I overslept and was late to school. My dad and brother were looking for scrap gold together and it brought them closer to each other. My brother who was a constant rebel against everything and everybody. The reason was not important at all. He just wanted to show his individualism and opposition. It was a hot day, sultry heat, no wind or even breeze. I came back from school and wanted to take a nap. When I opened the door of our old house I immediately notices that scrap gold was finally found. The whole family were sitting at the table staring at some kind of a small wrapping. My fathers face looked relaxed, the tension had gone away. My brother invited me to take a sit and have a look. He was friendly and kind to me - a total opposite of his normal behaviour. My mother gave me a meaningful look. They didnt need a say a single word. I had already known. A scrap gold had been found! It was a big, solid piece of irregular shape and a beautiful colour. I could hold it in my hand for a moment and I immediately imagined how I would look while sitting on my new bicycle. My father didnt know the value of his finding, it was going to be evaluated the following morning.