Haven’t been to post office to pick up my mails for days already, and surprised to see the delivery attempt notice left inside my mail box. Couldn’t guess what it really was since I have not purchased anything online or from a catalog for a long time already.
While standing in line for my package, I looked at the yellow note and was surprised to see the origin of sender: China.
Who would send me anything from China? Perhaps it’s from my parents in Taiwan?
The mailman handed over the huge brown package and I immediately saw the yellow masking tape with green “Shanghai Postal Service” letters on it. I thought I knew the answer but wasn’t sure. This is indeed a surprise for me.
Rushed home and opened that heavy package, books and so many of them. But there was not a single note inside; I knew it’s from you. I looked through them, and could not help to appreciate the selections you have made – they were all art related book. And it struck me that I never knew how good your Chinese really is or how in depth you know Chinese; only know your English is much more sophisticated than mine.
Now just to think about it, so funny that how little I know about you. Seems I know so much and so well about you, but do I really know who you are? One thing I know for certain is about you and me, our relationship. No matter how the world changes, or how far apart we are, nothing will change our everlasting friendship and the weight you have inside my heart, just like that heavy brown box.
At a frothy world like this, I treasure what we have even more.
~~Fiddler 01/29/2003
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