Empty Handed

Went to the post office to collect the backdated mail that has accumulated over the few weeks. When the lady over the counter at the post office told me that she found nothing and that they had probably sent the mail back to their respective senders, my heart sank. It wasn't that I was expecting anything of extreme importance, but the fact was, I expected something. An old magazine, junk mail…anything. The feeling was like that of one waiting for a birthday present only to find none. Send me something, will ya?

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