My father eyed the white envelope in my hands, and if I wasn’t so careful, I would have burned together with the envelope. He continued staring at me as if it would grow wings and fly, and after some minutes, he reluctantly took it, but that didn’t mean he stopped eyeing it.
I think he was convinced he could find out the content of the envelope if he stared at it for a long time.
“What is this?” He finally spoke up after glaring didn’t work.
“Why don’t you see for yourself?” I replied with a nonchalance, barely unable to contain the excitement inside me. “I am sure you will love it. I have taken special care to see that it is to your choosing. The both of you.” My words piqued my mother’s interest, and she snatched the envelope from his hands.
Alright, she didn’t exactly snatch it; she
