And how could I not love you?

Today.
In the boutique, a postal notice is pressed into my hand:
—“Well, V., what did you get yourself into?” —the girl smiles.

I scratch the back of my neck: “Just a registered letter, I guess…”
By mail. Registered. Addressed personally to me.

Usually, if I have to go to the post office for a registered letter, it’s company business, and my three-word input isn’t required.

But this time—not for the company.
This time, the post office is calling Vaičiulienė.

I clutch the slip and head there.
Did someone put explosives in it?
Maybe a mistake?

I hand the slip and proof of identity to the postal worker. She searches long but finally hands me a light little package.
“Just for” Viktoria. “Just for” Vaičiulienė.

But the sender’s name? Unknown.

While the employee processes the package, I can’t wait and start shaking it gently.

Inside, I find a delicate, handmade scarf full of warmth, like a spiderweb of hands.

First thought: did I get someone else’s package?
Second thought: what now?
Third thought: keep looking.

A card!
Handwritten in full!
A letter brimming with sincerity.

It thanks me for my thoughts, life posts, inspiring examples “that make people keep going.” At the end:
—“Since I don’t really know how else, I knitted you a scarf. If you don’t like it, maybe give it to an auntie or a little one.”

Only on probably the third attempt did I hear the post office worker asking me to sign.
But standing there, smiling from ear to ear while reading… she didn’t scold me.

Exiting with the package, I noticed a man crouched near the shop door.

I’m sure he had been there while I walked past.

At the time, I didn’t pay attention.

Returning with the gift of feeling, I dropped a “paper” into his container.
Not because paper money matters to me in life… I thought about receiving plenty.

One needs the feeling of not hoarding for oneself.

Kindness begets kindness.
Sincerity—likewise.

And how could I not love you all?

V.