The Mystery Delivery
One morning, after dropping the children off at their usual places, I realized I had forgotten my purse at home. When I returned, a large delivery truck was parked in the driveway.
“Are you Carolyn?” the delivery man asked when he saw me.
“Yes, it’s me.”
“We have a delivery for you. The box is huge and quite heavy.”
It took three men working together to carry it inside my small house. The box was about the size of a small refrigerator, wrapped completely in brown paper. The only visible label simply read: “For my mom.”
Inside the enormous box, right on top of everything else, was a sealed envelope. My name was written clearly, in Darla’s unmistakable handwriting.
