MIA'S POV
The girls and I had a field day unboxing the items and they liked each one of the gifts that this stranger had gotten for me.
Books from my favorite authors and ribbons that the individual felt I'd like to tie my hair with and then handwritten notes talking about random things that I knew I had talked about with someone and had enjoyed talking about with whoever it was.
It began to make sense to me. While they thought it was all cute that this stranger knew so much about me, I began to worry that this person was someone I was hoping he was not.
Then the last gift was a book tied with a ribbon, I opened it and found a letter, handwritten too. It was a paragraph of concise sentences whose meaning did not elude me.
I just kept staring while the girls flipped through the pag
