It was sitting outside the front door,
Just there, minding its own business
But alluring at the same time.
What made it even more mysterious was it wasn’t Christmas
It wasn’t my birthday
In fact, a gift of any kind was unusual.
My family had long given up on buying gifts for each other
We each had our own families, and they were hard work enough.
There was a card attached:
“Thinking of you at this time”.
Underneath was scribbled, “Sorry to be so tardy.”
The indecipherable signature did little
In shedding light on who it was from.
Inside was a small coffee mug on which was inscribed:
“Best Teacher Ever”.
I’d been retired for more than five years
The only clue was the small initial at the bottom
MB.
I smiled when I saw it, as I then knew
It was a student I’d been thinking of recently,
Who had been in the papers for all the wrong reasons.
Even so, she had thought of me.
Written for: https://helenevaillant.com/2019/05/28/what-do-you-see-may-28-2019/
Morpethroad 
Sweet, poignant story…
Thanks so much.
This is a lovely story.
Thanks so much Sadje
You’re welcome 😉
How lovely
Thanks so much Di.
A moving story Michael. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks Helene hope you are doing ok today
Thank you Michael. It’s not easy, I will be ok.
Good story. Fact or fiction?
50/50 you can’t let the truth stand in the way of a good story 😁
I think I like 50/50 even more. A blend of truth and fiction. Nice one.
Lovely one😊
Thanks so much
You keep the intrigue going right up to the end. Very enjoyable.
Thanks so much Chris, I appreciate you stopping by.