Dear you, whoever you are. I am over the moon with your gift. When my housemate came knocking on my door just now, and asked me if my adoptive family(*) had a habit of dropping off food for me, I was utterly confused. "I found some bread and cheese in a Tesco-bag on the doorstep this afternoon, I think it might be for you. No note though".
It took me a while to figure it out, I must admit. I checked the receipt, looking for a name, a note, anything. And then it dawned on me. Bread and cheese. The bread I ran out off and could not afford, the cheese which was too much of a luxury to buy. Brought to me, on my doorstep, anonymously, by a reader of this blog.
So, dear you, whoever you are, I am so grateful. It means that tomorrow I can get a good, healthy breakfast and have a full stomach to spend the day in the library, studying. You are a lifesaver and when I find out who you are, you are getting the biggest hug in the world. Thank you.
(*) I really need to write a blog about my adoptive family soon, but I'm gonna wait til I see them again, gives me more to report about.
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