Writing Prompt: A package arrives in the mail. There is no return address, and you do not recognize the handwriting. What is inside?
When I went to the mailbox today, there was a small package inside. I didn’t recognize the handwriting on the box, and there was no return address. I opened the package to find a small ring and a note. The note said:
By the time you get this, it should be Christmas time just after your 30th birthday. I suppose you are living on your own now, with a family and all grown up. This ring was given to my mother, your great Grandma Ellie by your great-grandpa on the day he proposed. She gave it to Grandma Dean on my wedding day, and I now give it to you. I’m sure your wife will enjoy it as a Christmas gift. I wish I could have been there to celebrate with you, but if you are reading this, I am in Heaven waiting for you now. I hope you will join me here someday.
I set the letter down and looked at the ring. It was silver, with a small diamond in the center. Grandpa couldn’t afford much in those days, but I knew he would have paid for the best he could afford in those days. It had been so long since I had seen either of my grandparents, or any of my family for that matter. Life had taken me down an unexpected journey, one I don’t care to repeat anytime soon.
I set the ring down on the stand in my living room and walked to the window. The snow was falling hard, and from my second-story apartment, I could see the buildings and trees getting covered in a fresh layer of snow. It was so quite, so empty. If only my grandmother had known where I would be now. I was still single, no family, and certainly didn’t own a house. In fact, the apartment wasn’t really my apartment at all, if it wasn’t for my friend Bill, I would be homeless right now. I sighed. Why couldn’t life be simpler?