Pleasantly Surprised

It's no secret that my relationship with my parents is strained, and there is very little contact.

Last night I got home, and had mail waiting from both of them.

My mother finally took me at my word and made a donation to charity in my name.

My father gave me, amoung a few other things, a large butterfly kite and a stocking for Maximus.

Of course a few gifts don't erase a lifetime of hurt, but I do see and appreciate a thoughtful and kind gesture when I see one.

Maybe its a step in the right direction. And if it's not, some people in a poor country will eat a full meal and I'll go fly a kite. Either way, it's nice.