I've been asking you too many times for the rissoles and they're finally here.
Along with a half-black half-brown weaving pattern facial mask. And a small note with your all capitals handwriting saying "HOLA PAT, THIS AS AN ADDITION TO YOUR MASKS COLLECTION HOPE YOU LIKE IT."
I learned that they were supposed to be sent the day before. But it was postponed because there was a strand of a thread pulled off of its weaves. And you need to have it mended. You did it yourself.
And I'm thawed. All these things you did. They're all made me feel softened inside. To what did I owe the honours?
I must have done something right to deserves all these. Or could they were all possibly absolute kindness?
Today is a good day. I can't stop smiling.
