Res Ipsa Loquitur

my-little-kumquat:

I had already planned on spending the customary two hundred dollars he gave me every christmas on a new winter coat. a down one. a puffer jacket. the kind I have been resisting since I moved to montana in 1996. I had even gone as far as stopping into rei on lunch breaks, trying on coats in front of a hand print stained mirror. planning. he wrote in am email that he left my gift with my sister. never mind making plans to see me. saying he was not sure when he would see me. we live 2 miles from each other. he said, rather wrote, it was different than other years, special. he hoped I would think so too. I did not think about it or what it could be. at all. my sister came over on the first with a small wrapped box among other things like cupcakes and kids. I set it next to the stove. later, alone, between running up the stairs and back down, I opened it. a little blue box. and inside a little blue pouch holding a necklace. silver. with a k inscribed in the smooth disc. I am the type of woman who does not care about such things as little blue boxes but it did seem, feel special. like a gift a father should give his daughter. would even. not in my life though, at least the last years & years of it. except it did happen in my life. last night I opened the box, slipped the necklace out of the soft pouch. felt its smoothness, its weight. I tucked the box into my underwear drawer with the feeling I will hang on to it for a long long while. a woman who doesn’t care about such things, keeping an empty box from her father.

This is stirring, wrenching, and beautiful.

Via the journey is the reward

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