Good Things Come...

Yesterday Dad came into my room and handed me a small pink card. "Are you expecting a parcel?" he asked. I wasn't, but the pink card itself is a request for me to pick up an item from the post office. Apparently no one was around when the mailman came, so he left the card to ask me to collect my item within 7 days.

I was very puzzled - I did not buy anything online nor was I expecting a registered letter of any kind. I cracked my head, trying to figure out what was sitting quietly in the post office, waiting for me? Unfortunately I had to collect it from the head office, which is located smack in the city, so I asked Dad to do it for me instead.

This morning during the training I SMS-ed Dad about the item. I was very anxious to know what it was. Dad replied, "Durex with small package".

I gasped.

(To be continued...)