This morning some man was at the gate calling my name. I opened the door and it was the courier guy with a box in his hand. I signed for the box ,but the receipt had nothing on it showing where it came from, only my name was readable. I was so excited and my hands were shaking in a hurry to open it. When I opened it, I was overcame with emotions.....I cried and could not stop myself. (I thought Lexapro is strong enough to numb me, oh well, it must be old age.) Not really. It's little gestures like this that topples me. My friend all the way from America had her sister mail me my favorite pastry. I had to stop crying so I can swallow.
Did I say I hate Christmas? Strike that from the record.
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