by Melinda Gallo

Two months later

I know of many people who have had packages and letters lost by the Posta (post office), but I seem to always keep the faith that they will eventually arrive. Sometimes things do go missing for a long time, but other times, they miraculously arrive.

This morning when my postina (postwoman) rang my campanello (doorbell) and yelled out my name, I buzzed her in. I opened the window to hear what she had to say, but I didn't catch her before she walked inside our building. I wasn't sure if I needed to sign anything or not, so I grabbed the keys and ran down the steps.

Since we don't have an intercom, I had to say something to her in the stairwell, but she couldn't hear me because my voice is not strong enough since I've had a sore throat for a few days.

I heard her close the front door as I was approaching. And when I arrived all the way down, there was a small package for me on the steps near the front door.

The first thing I did was look at the package to see who sent it and when it was sent. It was from my sister in California and was postmarked December 1st.

It was a nice surprise to receive a belated Christmas present. I actually didn't know one was in the mail, so it was an especially nice surprise. Now, if only the package my friend Emma sent me over a month ago would arrive, then I can say that I've never had anything lost in the mail.

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