Prompt #6

  One thing many people don’t know about me is that I collect cards that I‘m given. I keep them all whether it’s a birthday card, Christmas card, or a thank you card. As my collection grows so does the container I keep them in. First I started out with a shelf, then a clear container, then a drawer, now they reside in a box. Every once in a great while I will flip through the cards and read the funny or heartfelt notes from friends and family; it brings back memories. I have the last card my grandfather ever sent me before he moved and ended all contact with his entire family. I have three of the same card because my grandmother has bought me the same birthday card for the past three years without realizing it. I have a card my best friend made me with quotes from our favorite television show. I even have a card where my aunt used origami to fold money into a small heart. I never unfolded it to see what the bill actually was. The bill is still neatly placed inside it’s card. Every card I receive is special to me because it shows that the people around me care.