Everyone needs some unexplained goodness in their life.
There I was opening my curtains thinking no one had
remembered.
No cards this year, but their sentimental words would only
make me cry.
I cast back my memory to the things only I could remember
about that morning eighteen years ago; waking up alone, driving to the
supermarket in a slight drizzle, buying croissants and strawberry jam for
breakfast on my special day.
Throwing back the final curtain I spied the bag on my
doorstep.
I smiled.
A box of cakes like before, just when I needed an extra
sweet hug.
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