The Hidden Legacy of Our Storeroom

Thirty three years ago an astrologer told my father our storeroom had a divine aura and

he laughed in the guy's face. Dad said there's only rice in there, nothing special.

But this astrologer wouldn't back down. He kept insisting something sacred was in that exact

room. So my father asked my grandmother and her face went pale. She remembered old

stories from before she was even born about how temple goddess ornaments were hidden in our

storeroom for protection back in the early 1900s. This knowledge had been buried for

generations. When dad told the astrologer, the man's eyes lit up and he gave one

strict warning. Never modify that storeroom. Build the new house around it.