Written quickly in a class.
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It’s a clean white envelope, flat, no awkward bulges. It’s addressed to Estrella Jaime. Me. I glance to the left-hand corner of the thin envelope. It’s blank. No return address
I return inside my house and find myself a comfortable spot on the simple green sofa. I take one of my purple-painted nails an d delicately slice open the envelope. I see an orange and pink card edge peek out. I pull out the card which is exuberantly coloured and decorated with an excess of comical smiling daisies. I hope the card isn’t one of those silly singing ones.
Of course, I find myself, in a matter of seconds, listening to an annoyingly joyous tune of “Happy Birthday”. It doesn’t sound so great though. It buzzes and rings and clangs. Cheap card.
On one side of the card is taped a five dollar bill and two dimes. Opposing the five dollars and twenty cents is a short birthday blurb and “Love, Dad” underneath written in chicken-scratch. I can’t help but notice the large number seven beside my father’s writing. He’s eight years late, sad to say.
