Requital

A package shows up at my doorstep out of the blue. There is no sign of postal stamps on it, not even a name or the sender’s address. I flip it around just to make sure, find nothing on the crumpled brown surfaces. Getting the urge to open it up, I carry it into the room and rest it on the table. While sitting on my chair, I unwrap the package. What lies underneath the wrapping paper is a solid blue box. I slit it open with a stationery knife and lift off its cover. As I’m about to take a peek inside, a phone call interrupts. Hurriedly, I reach for my phone which I left in the living room and answer the call. Apparently it’s from Ben’s mother. “I dropped by earlier but you were out. I hope you don’t mind that I put it at your doorstep. It’s just a little something for you as a token of appreciation.”, she sounds rather warm. I express my gratitude on the phone and wish her good health.