He spent all day opening the mail - the old, physical mail. It had been accumulating for over a month, and the pile occupied most of his small room by then. But the letter he was hoping to find, the one in the familar, hand-written script, was not in that pile. When he finished, when he was done opening them all, he sa… Read more

He spent all day opening the mail - the old, physical mail. It had been accumulating for over a month, and the pile occupied most of his small room by then. But the letter he was hoping to find, the one in the familar, hand-written script, was not in that pile. When he finished, when he was done opening them all, he sat there, on the floor, surrounded by discarded paper, and he found himself crying.