Each and every year

No matter how much I try to forget about the man, I can’t do it. My mind would keep on wondering about him. My heart would keep on reminding me that he did me some good somehow.

So by next week, I will have a pack of davidoff delivered to him. Anonymously. I don’t want him to know it came from me but I suspect he still knows. He has this all-encompassing knowledge of everything that is happening around him so I know he knows. Every year I would send him something as a Christmas gift. Last year it was an old book I know he would enjoy reading. He is a History buff. The year before that I sent him a box of sweets.

I just can’t turn my back on the man who took a risk on me.

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