Cranks My Tractor

Published: Thursday, October 25, 2012 at 04:38 PM.

I carried it around with me for awhile, trying to decide whether I should open it or wait until my birthday.  I decided to put it back in the box with party napkins.

After a couple of days, I couldn’t take it anymore.  Everyone was asleep; I started thinking about the envelope.  I went down to the basement and sat with the box containing the napkins and the orange envelope.

I stared at the box and thought about what might be written in the card contained in the orange envelope.

I wanted it to be a long letter telling me how wonderful I was or that everything was going to be ok.  I wanted it say, “I love you” or “I miss you.” 

Maybe it didn’t have any writing in at all.  I would have been really disappointed.

Then I started thinking about calling Mama and asking her what was in the orange envelope.  We would have talked for an hour about what it could be.  The conversation would have strayed to something unrelated; we would have laughed and Mama would have said, “I love you.”  I would have said the same.

Mama is gone; I took the orange envelope out of the box and sat down in a chair to open it.

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