I had always admired my aunt’s hope chest. She had told me it was an engagement gift from her fiancé. At one time it was filled with items that she would need after she became a bride. I don’t think it ever occurred to her that this beautiful cedar box used to store treasures could be potentially dangerous to a child. She had promised me that when she died the hope chest would become mine.
When I inherited this hope chest it never ran through my mind that what I had just brought into my home was a potentially dangerous piece of furniture. I had never heard the warnings or the announced recalls.
Recently when I heard the tragic news of two children, ages 7 and 8, who had been trapped in a hope chest and died, I was overwhelmed with sadness. As more details emerged surrounding this horrific ordeal…
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