Today.
\nIn the boutique, a postal notice is pressed into my hand:
\n\u2014\u201cWell, V., what did you get yourself into?\u201d \u2014the girl smiles.<\/p>\n
I scratch the back of my neck: \u201cJust a registered letter, I guess\u2026\u201d
\nBy mail. Registered. Addressed personally to me.<\/p>\n
Usually, if I have to go to the post office for a registered letter, it\u2019s company business, and my three-word input isn\u2019t required.<\/p>\n
But this time\u2014not for the company.
\nThis time, the post office is calling Vai\u010diulien\u0117.<\/p>\n
I clutch the slip and head there.
\nDid someone put explosives in it?
\nMaybe a mistake?<\/p>\n
I hand the slip and proof of identity to the postal worker. She searches long but finally hands me a light little package.
\n\u201cJust for\u201d Viktoria. \u201cJust for\u201d Vai\u010diulien\u0117.<\/p>\n
But the sender\u2019s name? Unknown.<\/p>\n
While the employee processes the package, I can\u2019t wait and start shaking it gently.<\/p>\n
Inside, I find a delicate, handmade scarf full of warmth, like a spiderweb of hands.<\/p>\n
First thought: did I get someone else\u2019s package?
\nSecond thought: what now?
\nThird thought: keep looking.<\/p>\n
A card!
\nHandwritten in full!
\nA letter brimming with sincerity.<\/p>\n
It thanks me for my thoughts, life posts, inspiring examples \u201cthat make people keep going.\u201d At the end:
\n\u2014\u201cSince I don\u2019t really know how else, I knitted you a scarf. If you don\u2019t like it, maybe give it to an auntie or a little one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Only on probably the third attempt did I hear the post office worker asking me to sign.
\nBut standing there, smiling from ear to ear while reading\u2026 she didn\u2019t scold me.<\/p>\n
Exiting with the package, I noticed a man crouched near the shop door.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m sure he had been there while I walked past.<\/p>\n
At the time, I didn\u2019t pay attention.<\/p>\n
Returning with the gift of feeling, I dropped a \u201cpaper\u201d into his container.
\nNot because paper money matters to me in life\u2026 I thought about receiving plenty.<\/p>\n
One needs the feeling of not hoarding for oneself.<\/p>\n
Kindness begets kindness.
\nSincerity\u2014likewise.<\/p>\n
And how could I not love you all?<\/p>\n
V.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17538","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17538","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17538"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}