The Gifts

The First Gift

It was a regular afternoon and Brooke had just walked in the door after a hard day of work. She was planning on being a teacher, but for now she would just be a supply teacher. In a few years, there was supposed to be an opening for her at the school, so she continued to do supply work there. She sat down on her couch and texted her husband,

Hi, I'm home, when will you be home? I know your work shift hours have been crazy lately.

Maybe a few minutes after, she got a response.

Hey. Sorry, I will be home at around six tonight...i know you wanted to go out for dinner tonight, but we can tomorrow I promise. :)

She was upset, but happy at the same time. She got up and began cutting up some fruit. The doorbell rang, and she quickly ran over, wondering who it might be. There was a bouquet of flowers and a little note.

I know you.
I watch you.
I love you.

She was a little scared, but assumed it was just her husband, Bill. So she texted him and asked if he had sent her flowers and he said no, and asked why she would ask that. She replied back recounting what had happened. Maybe it was for someone else. She finished cutting up the fruit, ate it, and took a nap.