The Stamps

Tuesday, February 16, 2010



Dear Papa,
I love the way you bring me postage stamps every other day. I never tell you, “Papa, I’m not a philatelist anymore.” Because I know that every time you open an envelope, it reminds you of me. You save the stamp for me. You like to see my happy face, as if I’m still that crazy collector kid I used to be. I love watching the quiet satisfaction, the smile on your face when you see me happy.
Love you, Papa :-)




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