Mother and Son
I had just had my first son and was living in an apartment at the time. I received a package in the mail that was addressed to my unit, but not to me. I opened it and found a brand new iPhone, gum, tea boxes, small towels, some other items and a note. It was from a mother, a care package for her son. I read the letter and began to cry. Her son had left, moved away and wouldn't call home. This was the last address she had and the last amount of money she had, she used to put together this package, including that phone for him. Of course I closed the package, wrote a letter back to her saying how I had a son and felt her pain as a mothrr and shipped the package back to her return address. A few weeks later, I received a letter from her. Of course I cried even more this time. She had included a sweet gesture for me returning her package, a giftcard to target to use for items for my son. And until today, I always remember this lady and wonder what ever happened to her and her son.