I drove to my parents' house to pick them up.
It was night. As soon as I pulled into the driveway my parents stepped out of a side door into the garage. The brown boxes unopened on the concrete where the post person left them.
My dad said they were heavy, and helped me take one of the boxes into the kitchen. I had to use the restroom, so I did. Walking down the hallway of my parents' home, everything was sideways with excitement. I washed my hands. Back into the kitchen with their beaming faces. I cut open a box with my pocket knife.
I said that I wanted to write something nice in their copies, but I'm not sure what yet.
My dad said that he would take it to work with him and read it. I gave them hugs. My dad helped me carry the boxes to my car. We put them on the floor, and in the seats, like children and animals.
They watched me back out of the driveway. The spotlight that always gathered bugs, gathered bugs.
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Coffee this morning was smooth and delicious.