GIFTS

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She Strode In To Meet Me

The lift door opened, I was totally preoccupied with a discussion about the Art exhibition we had just experienced, loaded with my bags, I did not even look up, I needed to ensure I had all my belongings intact.

I’ve been known to be in a muddle sometimes, carrying four or five bags at a time. My snack bag, houses my lunch, tea cup, salad bowl and water bottle. The water bottle barely made it in as the dual zips were pulled. Its blue plastic lid handle showing and made me hope it would not prise the zips open and release my favorite salad bowl. The bowl a set of three that I so adore. It has a glass base and a translucent plastic lid, comes from a family of three, when not on duty stacks neatly into each other.

My rucksack on my back, holds my laptop, this laptop has its own woven, padded bag that sits neatly in the rucksack, and has travelled back and forth with me for almost ten years. Fortunately, it can be washed so apart from the dark blue ink stain and the fact that it is a bit faded, it has held it’s striped multicolors quite well. The Laptop bag still has a lot more life in it and I know will live with me till retirement. Unless laptops get out of fashion before then.

Yes, my black Adidas rucksack is one I found at home, discarded by my teenager after she found another trendy brand. For me it was useable. I need it on my back to climb up those sets of stairs, to get to the fourth floor, just in case the elevator is out of service.

Yes, and my handbag, my favorite bag, the one and only across body bag that I found shopping at the mall last Summer. I finally found a size that carries all my necessities. From my glasses case to my lip balm.

So yes, I had to balance my load. When I looked up, there was a tall elegant young lady walking towards us. My colleague, who was once E’s teacher shouted her name.

I looked up was really excited, I’d totally forgotten my daughter had been picked up from school, boarding school and had come to pick me up from school at 8pm that evening.

I never expected her to come in to meet me, but it was a great surprise as I initially did not recognise the person walking towards us.



6 responses to “She Strode In To Meet Me”

  1. At first your post reminded me of an artist I read about who toook all the bags she owned, elegant to grocery, and took a group photo of them. That story, and your piece, made me want to write about my favorite bags in my life. But then I realized your bags were there in a subservient role, and the real heart of the story lay in the moment you looked up from adjusting them all and saw your lovely daughter!

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  2. Lovely, heart warming moment that must have been! Loved reading the descriptions of all the bags before she came up to you.

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  3. Such vivid description here! I could visualize the scene and just imagine you balancing all of your bags.

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  4. I love how you wrote almost a riddle for the surprise ending – how it was your own daughter, now a “tall, elegant young lady.” Marvelous! You wrote this like a detective story, engaging me with all the details of the bags you were managing, and this added to my surprise. It is sweet that you are now using your daughter’s rucksack. Enjoy your time with her!

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  5. I love how you write! I think because I also hear you talk, I can close my eyes and imagine you saying these words. What a lovely surprise. I cannot imagine walking up four flights of stairs–oh my!

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  6. I loved this from top to bottom. Getting a surprise in the end was the most lovely part. Isn’t it funny how we can be so focused on something we can miss somethimg else entirely?

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I am am Elementary school teacher at an International IB School in Accra, Ghana, West Africa. I write with groups of writers, such as Teach Write.

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