Not wishing you would die

Valentine got lots of birthday cards, and they were all on the table, basking in the afternoon sun. Valentine was basking in the warm wishes he got.

Currently, over a cup of tea, he was reading the cards one by one. Some were plain and simple, and contained only the acknowledgment of Valentine’s birthday. Others went into wishes of a great day, great year, or great life. Some contained factory-reprinted poems, while other contained original poems.

But the ones he liked the most, the ones he put aside onto a separate pile, were from Valentine’s many children. He read and re-read each one, cherishing every word.

In those cards, the children wrote:

“I am sorry I spent so much time away from you. I will be better now."

"I really appreciate and I am thankful for your advice."

"I am glad you care so much. Care so much it sometimes hurts."

"You are so important because without you I would not exist."

"You were right all along."

"I don’t need my space."

"I don’t think my life would be better without you!”

Valentine took a sip of tea and smiled, smiled, smiled. He put all of his hands on the special pile. It was warm.

Posted by: Paweł Kowaluk