The Parcel

It was a gloomy Monday. Yesterday was Father’s Day, and I just received the worst gift ever. My eyes were tired but cannot rest; my stomach wants to take food but cannot. Of course I don’t think that I will die at that moment, but I feel lonely and anxious. No one to talk to. No message except an inspirational one from my youngest brother (thanks gunggong!! :P).

At 4:00 PM, I received a package (important documents). Actually I don’t expect that to come (since I was advised that it will be delivered by Wednesday). As I inspected one of the documents, it fell off – the letter from my partner.

The letter was written on a memo sheet, and though short, made me cry. How stupid can I get. How come I am good at analyzing things but never realized those things that matters most?

The parcel came ahead of time. Me? I don’t know, but it seems that I am thinking and acting way too late to be a real man. And like a customer who will be very peeved for delayed package, my “customer” will just forget about me if I don’t act fast. No more excuses.