Every day I skip down the stairs to breakfast and wave at Monica who works front desk during the day. Today she stopped me on my way down.
"You have a package, you know," she told me.
I looked into the armchair in front of the desk where all the packages are laid out for students to pick up and recognized the familiar label of a family friend's design company. It was a big envelope with a bulge in the middle, the end taped up to stay closed.
When I opened it, I found a beautifully wrapped gift with a ribbon and a card that said "Happy Late Birthday!" Inside were a pair of red Olympic mittens. I put them on immediately and took myself and my cosy hands to breakfast. Also: the card was pop-up. What a great day to wake up to!